Time to Hide Under the Covers
What the hell is up today? David Brinkley dies. Gregory Peck dies. There was a fatal shooting in my neighborhood this afternoon, and a terrible accident involving a pedestrian right by my office. I saw a robin get creamed by a pick-up truck, and I sat in tree sap.
This makes my shitty Dollar Bank news less shitty, I suppose. Beer is still in order for this evening.
Need a giggle? I do.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
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