In the early 1980s, I use to work as a messenger in New York city. I remember one day around July 1981 it was a particularly hot day and I had eaten an uncooked egg sandwich. I wasn’t feeling too well and ultimately I vomited on the sidewalk. I care more about how that vomit is doing today than I care about Jennifer Lawrence.
That was a long way to go for that corollary, but it made me LOL.
Ah, those memories of New York in the day. You can’t beat ‘em....
Thank you for sharing.
Actually gave me a laugh.
Closest I had was a Detroit tall building with a pigeon on a ledge that crapped on top of my head. Not pleasant in any way.
LOL!