Jeremy noticed me as I was walking out of McDonald's. I wasn't trying to draw attention to myself, but the YashMat was slipping off my right shoulder and somehow I was able to save it from eating pavement while gripping my medium Diet Coke in my left hand.
He is an Englishman in New York, but that's where the similarity to Sting ends. No, I lied. He's also a musician. That's where the similarity to Sting ends (as far as I know).
You know, I was just thinking that someone reading this blog might thing that I frequent McDonald's a lot. That's not really the case.
I much prefer Burger King.
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