Date: Sooner or later Location: Here or there
Registration Fee: Stuff a plain manila envelope with Benjamins and leave in the cigar box under the seat inside the phone booth of Sam’s candy store (where egg cream reigned), but you’ll need to do this sometime before Thursday evening at six on the 27th of July 1967 because that’s when the damned place blew the fuck up.
Blame it on a gas leak, an act of God, or . . .
Creepazoids need not apply. Go find a bingo game somewhere.
We are game for game on.
Bishōjo #65 & Bishōjo #66