Wednesday, March 02, 2005

In Bold Italics, Metaphor

Forgot to mention – on the way to pick up the pizza the previous night, it began to drizzle and sprinkle a bit. I turned on my windshield wipers, only to discover that someone had stolen my wiper blades. My wiper blades. My mother fuckin’, jive-talkin’, ass-cleanin’, wiper blades. My wiper blades.

I am the only person in the world who lives this existence.

1 Comments:

At 12:51 AM, Blogger Adalmin said...

That's quite dumb, actually. What can you do with wipers?

 

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