Walking down my street, coming home after a supermarket run, and you know, whatever, a donkey is eating grass outside my shul.
Just taking a stroll down my block.
Whatevs.
My street is bad-ass.
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2 responses to “My street is bad-ass.”
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Love it! I mean, whatever. :)
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That IS pretty bad-ass.
When I lived in Lod {groan} every morning at exactly 11:00 an Arab woman would pass by my house carrying an enormous pot of food balanced on her head. (She was taking lunch to her male family members who were working at a nearby construction site.) She never spilled a drop.
Whadya got: