Luckily I was with Rubbish (my best friend -- a rat), who ducked into the sewer and took a Gondola ahead about a mile to find the nearest car service -- RPO Car and Limo out in South Richmond Hill. For those that don't know that the rats of our city operate their own little taxi service, yes -- super fast, super-romantic sewer gondolas, well, now you know. Anyhow, here's RPO's website:
www.rpocarandlimo.com/
They are great. Please hit the website quick -- it looks all corporate and super-caucasian, but I assure you -- it's actually super-cool, efficient, and 100% ethnic. Run out of a skinny little office on a 128th Street, they're located in the middle of a pretty wild neighborhood with tons of fresh produce, 99¢ Store magic, and old storefronts. Rubbish did his best "I'm-Not-Really-A-Rat routine" and they bought it. Rubbish came with the cab and found me a few blocks back, wandering in zigzags doen Liberty. I was nearly passing out in front of a place called Dollar DAN$, when the Lincoln opened it's door.
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Back in my workshop, the only ice I had in the freeze (aside from Bill the Snowman's body) was this old tub of Orange Sherbert. It helped. |
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And what the hell is SHERBERT anyway? Rubbish likes it, but he uses it as an ingredient in his hot tub. Rats have a whole different sense of hygiene -- and fun. |
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Melted Sherbert, post-migraine. |
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It's always reassuring when there's SUGAR then CORN SYRUP then HIGH FRUCTOSE CORN SYRUP, all one after another on an ingredients list. |
Here's some stuff from wikipedia about Sherbert. We always called it Sherbert.