The joint burned down today.
Now I will only hang onto the memories of slapping my ex-boyfriend in the face, not once, but twice over by the pool tables in this place. (he was a sweetheart..). The memories of suffering through an entire creed record after bret C. had raced to the jukebox to request the record before anyone else could do anything. Goodbye to the days of having my clothes stained with the stench of cigarettes after hanging out there for a few hours. Gone are the days of midnight bowling with the blacklights!
Loyle Lanes. You are but a memory. Rest in Peace.
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it doesn't really look that different...
I want not approve on it. I assume nice post. Expressly the title attracted me to be familiar with the whole story.
anon - I see, so you're a fan of Gloria Estefan? I APPROVE.
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