Fleet Week

We’re strolling down Avenue A and laughing our asses off when I start belting:

“What would you do with a drunken sailor, what would you do with a drunken sailor, what would you do with a drunken sailor . . .”

Joanna trips and somehow Jacob catches her, and we all start giggling furiously and Joanna calms herself down in our embrace. The fruit behind her mumbles, “Fucking touristy girls,” and I glare.

“What would you do with a drunken sailor, what would you do with a drunken sailor, what would you do with a drunken sailor . . .”

Jacob steps out in front and cocks his head to the side. “Sooo much….”

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