Towed

…My brain is a gyrating bowl full of gopher nads.

…Finding a piece of JuicyFruit gum wedged at the back of my pants drawer makes my day worthwhile.

…I exist purely for pidgeons to poop on.

…Writing bad poetry is the only way I know how to express my frusterations in love.

…My only friend is my cello, and I don’t know how to play. (And I don’t have a cello.)

…Eating stale chocolate wafer cookies makes the bad things go away.

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How about you?

(PS: This very vigilant tow truck operator is a constant source of amusement for my roommate and me.)

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