A group of women were walking down the back lane, the oldest one (a granny) pushing a shopping cart filled with Dollarama bags. The others appeared to be in their teens.
"We f*ck'n own this town man".
"We own it".
"We f*ck'n own this town".
The diatribe could be heard as they made their way down the lane.
As they got to their destination, they rang the North End doorbell.
"Hey, let me in".
"It's Me".
"Let me in".
I don't remember turning my town over to the Dollarama Bag Gang. I must have missed that meeting.
Here's my two cents on the topic:
"I f*ck'n bought my house, man".
"I live here, and pay my taxes".
"I'm f*ck'n staying, man".
"And you don't own this town".
"You may own your Dollarama crap".
"And you may own a lawn chair".
"But I'm f*ck'n staying, man".
"And you don't own this town".
