I fucking love Tiny Tim and his ukulele!
“Good morning. I was just skimming Cannery Row by John Steinbeck in the Palms-Rancho Park Branch Library when I suddenly came over all lassitudinous.”
“Pardon?”
“Torpid.”
“Come again?”
“I was all out of gas.”
“Ah, tired.”
“Exactly. And I thought a caffeinated beverage would do the trick. So I curtailed my Steinbecking, sallied forth and infiltrated your place of purveyance to negotiate the sale of an Italian brewed potation enhanced with a touch of dairy.”
“Excuse me?”
“I want to buy an espresso.”
“Oh, I thought you were complaining about the ukulele music.”
“Oh, heaven forbid! I am one who delights in all manifestations of the Hawaiian muse!”
Sounds interesting. ⇦ I crack myself up.
Plus the great Japanese garden behind it. This place is great.
Some very nice high-end ukuleles in the background. I noticed Kamakas and KoAlohas. Zoinks!
That place sounds insufferable.
en-surf-able?
groan
slow clap
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