Are there any Red Lobster restaraunts in new england?

It’d it is I ain’t not. Terrible trust opening on Uhuru street. Because it is apparently safe as milk, though I have my doubts. There is no message, though the wide camera angle is very strange, as if it was a micro something on a dog or cat. The commercial with the annoying song is too many, apparently five hundred of them. There is no mystery as to the perpetrator, because it’s too obvious that he tried using double reverse psychology. So what about them Lions. They suck like baby bottle pops. (hey, what happened to those anyways?). It’s like failing under a magnifying gl. Which brings me to the word Quisling. The word is supposed to be limey talk for traitor during ww2, but I think quislings are still plenty, if I use that definition. Imagine the ranks if Hitler had won. Like Uberkommandaschenkommandotrooper. Yeah, all that long winded troop names. By the time I finish reading the names and ranks of one German platoon, I’d be eating at Dennys. Denny’s is a pretty depressing restaurant. It’s all old people and a few losers like it. Why, the colors are identical to McDonalds, that’s why. It’s a trap! Even Mo said that only the best die at age 27. Why? Child of the Moon was a strange, seemingly nonsensical song. It has no political lyrics like Cheap Trick, but it’s weird and random like Trout Mask Replica. There’s a so bad it’s good guitar riff, then a random yell, likely by a crazy fat lady telling people that chili is on the menu, and praise Lord, jump, blah, blah. Then, some stupid not quite hippie lyrics regarding ‘arise, child of the moon’. It could be a campy horror movie. Also, what’s the deal with Chickentown? Know the poet who has that poem with about 200 ***** in it? That’s the one. But I searched almighty wikipedia, and it was some New Jersey place, but the dude was from Manchester, so how the hell did he know? He looks like Alice Cooper with no makeup.