5:22pm- Pull car into garage and close door. Am too into song on radio to turn off engine. Continue listening while garage fills up with lethal dose of carbon monoxide. The song? Shamefully, Justin Timberlake's "Rock Your Body."
9:15pm- I'm sorry, neighbor, but could you have bought car that doesn't require 1/2 hour of revving just to drive it around block once before another 1/2 hour of revving is required? No? And now you're smashing me over head with tire iron? Oh, okay, my bad.
Other than that, pretty good day.
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to funny....
I love reading your posts
Do tire iron manufactures take into account that hairy knuckled murderers are a large secondary market?
Thanks kindly, aboutimage. It appears I'm big in Canada and with photographers, which I consider an honor on both counts.
Yes, Mr. Mills, they are aware. Just as those vacuum-bag sealer companies know they have many friends in the drug dealing trade.
You have no idea how much I enjoy your blog. My only regret is that I cannot take credit for it. :) Thanks for a year of good times....vive la morte!!! :)
That's so sweet, Gerri. Thanks a bunch.
Sorry to all for being lax with the updates lately. I'm swamped, but I've got a pile of notes so I can catch you up on the drama soon.
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