I'm Sorry. We Are All Out Of You.
Somewhere In D.C......
A friend told me about this shop for Jamaican groceries called the "Jerk Center," and I drove out of my way just to get a photograph of it. He told me that they have an running joke at his job. When someone asks if they have any messages, a coworker replies, "Yeah. The Jerk Store called. They are all out of you."
A friend told me about this shop for Jamaican groceries called the "Jerk Center," and I drove out of my way just to get a photograph of it. He told me that they have an running joke at his job. When someone asks if they have any messages, a coworker replies, "Yeah. The Jerk Store called. They are all out of you."
posted by Washington Cube at 9:20 PM
3 Comments:
Is this store in N.E.? How jamming, mon. Brings back happy times in Tortola, sipping Pussers Painkillers.
K.
It is, K, and in a questionable neighborhood. My photography was hit and run...I didn't linger.
FUNNY!
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