K. and I see an ad on TV for a new Mercedes-Benz called the "B/5" so we get rich and buy one.
Having bought the nice car we decided to go out on a sophisticated date. There was a symphonic performance of Beethoven's Fifth happening so we decided to attend that, but we couldn't find any parking. There was a "customers only" lot for a closed bank that we were going to sneak into and park, but there was a cop watching it.
So we ended up parking instead on the street in front of a large communal college house that doubled as a piercing parlor. There were lots of semi-clothed people lounging around socializing and piercing each other casually.
They all decided they wanted to pierce me-- about thirty of them, each with something to pierce me with-- so I started to run the hell away.