Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

It's the damnedest thing, but, for the first half of my work day, I had this craving for barbeque to the point that I could actually taste it in my mouth. I picked up some Barbeque Pringles. That seemed to kill the craving. Still, it's strange.

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