Dark Side of the Baconator
So um, I was at Wendy's with a Pink Floyd shirt looking refulgent and some neighboring pappy sitting down with his cub; hops up to get something near me and gets in my zone. Then passively and sensually strokes my chest where the design laid and says I wasn't even alive when Dark Side of The Moon came out. So I obviously address "yee" albeit I've not an unsavory taste in music. Then he reluctantly yet rightfully says yeah I do. And so i think maybe he's chill and bring up Roger Waters coming through soon but then he says he took his cub to see Off the Wall live. Then his cool credibility flies the fuck out the window for saying it so unnecessarily boastfully. My boy gives him the succ for having said experience and I sigh. A baconator gone awry~