The workers who are painting the trim on my office building just sprayed my car with white paint. They are now powerwashing and detailing it, trying to restore it to it's previous filthy condition. I asked them why, if they were so inclined to drop things, couldn't they drop a load of bricks or something useful, so that I could get the insurance money and buy a better car. Alas, paint was what they had, and now paint is what I have.
I'm so stopping at the liquor store on my way home!
Peace.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
The Perfect Ending to My Day
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