My parents are currently on their way to my apartment. I called and left a wavering message that my truck no longer worked because the stoplight switch broke off, so they are on their way to fix it for me. In case they ask who put it on, the answer is not a homeless man.
Learn. Repeat.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
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Don't worry I won't tell, besides I think Billy said enough.
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