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.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Feeling better now. I'm mending, slowly but surely. My car should be road-ready in a few days and I'm back to work. Now, if I could find the jackhole who ran into me, cut his testicles out and serve them to him in a spicy matzo ball soup, life would be perfect*.

* - My life would be perfect for dozens of reasons independent of this one, but it's a start.


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