Love is blind, (and deaf, and has a poor sense of smell.)
I haven’t done anything quite this bad since I got off the drugs and quit drinking. Stray animal, adopted on an absolute impulse. Saw it, told the man I’d take it, […]
Tag Archives: Motorcycles
somebody else’s bike
I look responsible, probably, and people figure that if something goes awry, I will just get them another bike. Thank god we’ve yet to put that one to the test.
someone had the bright idea,
I have always believed that no matter where we work, every day we all swim in a fairly common Sea of Absurdity: one particular job is no more or less subject to episodic oddity than […]
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