Thursday, January 17, 2008

Where I keep the key / Box spring


You might think it foolish to muster all you got for a mere 9 minutes of glory. Tell that to the guy I just saw running down the street with a flag, a sack full of potatoes, a cool beverage, and a look of a man who thinks he lost it all only to find it a split second later underneath his welcome mat. Go ahead tell him. I dare you.

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