Last night, Jenn and I were greeted by a familiar face: one, Mr. Joseph K. We looked at his Chacos and grey shirt—something of the Jewish type—and realized that he'd be a perfect fit for our posh condo on Cedar Street. "Joey" (aka Jew-ey), will be living here for the next month.
A shtik naches!
The only sad news? Jenn and I will have to slack off on our nudist tendencies. Perhaps Joey can join us instead.
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