Black Rose

There is a pub on Rose Street called the Black Rose. This is attached to their menu board.

Today was a funny day, my two work colleagues had systems problems and kept saying rude things because their systems kept chucking them out. My system on the other hand flew, and I got a whole load of crap work out of the way.

John is off to Las Vegas, he has promised to bring me back a six inch high plastic Elvis with wiggly hips.

Boston. Why?