Bad sneakers and a pina colada. Stomping on the Avenue etc.
“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men groaning for burial”
“Tell me Brutus can you see your own face? No Cassius for the eye sees not itself but by reflection some other things. ‘Tis just ”
“Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men groaning for burial”
“Tell me Brutus can you see your own face? No Cassius for the eye sees not itself but by reflection some other things. ‘Tis just ”