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December 29, 2010

next year i’ll get shocks

scrap

God the kitchen stunk for the last few days. We cooked turkeys and brussells sprouts and wild rice and who knows what else…it got moldy and wet and gross. That’s Christmas. Too much of a fun thing. Can you imagine if people lined up at the mall to sit on Jesus’s lap? Think of the guy who would play Jesus…Oggy Bleacher. It’s like the guy who plays Santa is probably a Harley dude the rest of the year. Who else has a giant white beard and pot belly and can survive in this economic shit storm? Only a speed dealer.

2 Comments

  1. I want that red table saw stand, will that fit in the overhead carryon bin?

    Comment by shitface — December 30, 2010 @ 8:34 am

  2. Not my truck brother, just the guy in front of me at the scrap yard. Its a soup can in china now.

    Comment by Rolston — December 31, 2010 @ 12:38 am

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