Today I saw a crazy cracker on crutches cross the street while traffic was coming full speed (thought i'd mention that because of the alliteration)
I also didnt take lunch to work. But somehow, the guy who doesnt really say much asked if i wanted to go get free food and check out some tools at a hardware store. Sold.
Go outside and see a new car in the parking lot. Sheepishly, I ask, "who's car is this?". He says "mine". 1965 orange Mustang.
and then i got paid at work.
SAWEEEET.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
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