Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Bombs and Boobs

Weird day (and it's only 1:32 p.m.):
  • This explains what had happened when I drove past a fleet of fire trucks, police cars, and a mob of people fleeing the office building five minutes away from where we live. I didn't hear anything, though.
  • Walking to the beach, an oncoming man says to his kid, "Put your oar down, son, before you hit this lady's boobs." And you, sir, can wipe your slimey grin off your face before my knee meets your nuts.

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