2 o' Clock Ramen
Moorestown Mall, center stage - a friend of mine named Angel. She's riding the rapids of the rough lesbian seas (or at least until her boyfriend came).
Yes!
"Behold! I invented this...this thing."
"What does it do...?"
"I don't know!"
Yep. Ben's ass planted firmly on my face. It's almost like the one guy, from that movie Surf Ninjas. His face got stepped on by an elephant.
Ramen-juice strainer one second, head-sauce strainer and deadly weapon the next.
It's just like The Last Samurai:
The fight!
The slaughter!
The SEPPUKU!
The new BRITISH alternate ending!
And the whole while, it was the flavor that mattered.
The journey is over; the soup of kings is ready.
Edit: In case it wasn't evident enough in the subject, this all took place at 2 o' clock in the morning (except the mall pics, obviously).