In the car, Sunday: "(Common). (Fugees). (Loudon Wainwright III). (Peace). (Tranquility)."
In a bar, Monday night: "They have too many blacks there."
In a bar, Sunday night: "What's Old Bay seasonin'?"
In the woods, Monday: "(Rain). (Fog). (More rain. Fog. Etc.)."
In the car, Tuesday: "Jesus f*cking Christ asshole! WHO PULLS OUT IN FRONT OF (US) LIKE THAT?! Use your f*cking head douchebag!"
Ahh. Back to the grind, as they say.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
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