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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Saturday, June 28, 2003
Holy fuck. It's like some evil genius unleased an army of insane seniors on the city this afternoon. They were creating havok everywhere. Driving like the Dukes of Hazzard down my back alley with curlers in their hair. Sauntering at a sloth-like pace in Joe Boxer undies, knee high socks, and black dress shoes through London Drugs. Trying to fondle my groceries in the checkout line. Blocking aisles with their carts and air tanks in every store. Respect your elders sure but they better keep their damn hands off my pita bread.
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