Monroe Blvd

I was driving my inconspicuous superhero car (i.e. piece of junk) down the frosted Monroe Blvd when I came across a particular looking white van with a crest painted on the side of a large creature waltzing with a round shadow of a figure. I pulled up to the stoplight and saw Hank in the driver's seat wearing his Prada sunglasses. This was serious. I looked away, hoping he wouldn't see me, but when I looked back he was already getting out of the car. I slammed on the gas, hitting a goose on my way past the antique shops. I checked my rear view mirror and Hank was hanging onto the bumper of my car, his mouth filled with asphalt. Behind him was Mr. Flup in the van giving me the finger. The road merged and I narrowly missed a stroller as I came to the antique jewelry shop on the corner of Elm St. Outside, a black cloaked figure stood selling cologne and gold chains at a reduced price. I recognized him, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it... CBG fans, please help! Where did I meet this man? And what was he doing in the middle of my car chase scene?

AIM, part 1

sharkattack518: hey
jkforever2000: hey
sharkattack518: I'm out of beer
jkforever2000: I'm sorry
sharkattack518: and my fish died
jkforever2000: oh
sharkattack518: and my heaters are broken. I'm freezing
sharkattack518: and I can't stop eating
sharkattack518: and my mom's in the hospital
jkforever2000: oh
sharkattack518: every time I sit on a chair, it breaks
sharkattack518: and every time I put up a bird's nest, it falls
sharkattack518: I feel like I'm choking
sharkattack518: please help
cigburngurl123: burn

Homework

Dear Cigarette Burn Girl,
I am ashamed of myself. All of my assignments have frowny faces on them.
Yours Truly,
Trixy