Something at or around the Sony Centre attracted orthodox jews by the hundreds, yesterday. With the women and girls in long boring skirts and the men with the slinkies down the side of their faces, waddling along talking about... bagels... or the Gaza strip or something.
My penis felt like Denzel in Malcolm X, looking out through a crack in the window curtains, rifle in hand.
Phones are political tools. "Gaza" was pre-recorded on my T9.
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