New York, New York
Most writers would be happy with nabbing such a juicy spot. Juicy, juicy, juicy. We all know what that means when used in this context. Especially when it keeps getting used. Juicy. Juicy. Juicy.
But, NO PARKING, leader of the motherfudging pack, does something beyond what you’d expect. Instead of just laying the juice down in a vibrant (typical) yellow fashion, s/he lays some more juice down. Talking ‘bout some juicy juice. Talking ‘bout outlining NO PARKING in black. JUICY. Shit is straight juiced. Juicy juiced. Juicing with my main gal/man: NO PARKING. Emphasis on the “king”. NO PAR….KING. Master of the juice. Juiced all up in this juicy juice.
One.
Juicy.
