Happy Birthday, Los Angeles! According to LAist, this fine city reached the ripe old age of 227 today, which means that for the next year, we’ll be allowed to make as many Jackée, Lester, Pearl, Brenda, and “Oooooh Mary” puns as we want (assuming they pertain to Los Angeles). What glorious potential!
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Nice on the 227…why just the other day I made reference to it and the other person didn’t know what I was talking about. It was AWFUL.
Who could forget such a classic?