^ my mother in law sent me that
workin at the Met last summer. I am told it looks like there's a big doobie hanging out of my mouth.
that's how we do it
seriously though I've actually had to impose a curfew for the prior nights. I can't fuck around with the Met's books (and that's my apron if it really doesn't read)
we did listen to the Ramones in there yesterday, lest you think it stuffy