Car Stone

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36933855108818055902012-01-04T04:32:25.100-08:00Car StoneSEO Davenoreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693385510881805590.post-65783411504973156472009-07-27T07:56:00.001-07:002009-07-27T08:00:24.591-07:00Car Parked Illegally in the Handicapped Parking Space

I returned to the hotel after work yesterday to find a car parked in the handicapped parking spot outside of the entrance near my room. I checked. No handicapped plates. No little handicapped permit hanging from the rearview mirror. I looked around at the parking lot knowing that all the empty spaces in front of me were more than likely empty at whatever hour this jackass had parked his car in

SEO Davenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693385510881805590.post-76907230941712446352009-07-27T07:38:00.000-07:002009-07-27T07:42:13.731-07:00Friday Night Music with a Little Nudity!

Friday night I realized that I needed to not spend another night in my apartment with my cat. Since I don't know anyone to go out with, I just decided to go alone. I figured I'd look online for some local music because it had been a while since I'd gone to a show. And I was missing my rock-star friend Greg terribly. After some careful research I found two potential shows to attend: a

SEO Davenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693385510881805590.post-67270722664488103242009-06-27T08:03:00.000-07:002009-07-27T08:05:15.455-07:00Roads are not just for Cars

Whoever is out there taking all my awesome ideas and making them happen, here's a data point for your actuarial table of fucked-up sightings. Before yesterday, I'd have thought finding a dead body in a vacant lot would be much more likely than seeing a sober man taking a piss on a major street corner in the middle of the day. Now I am forced to reconsider.At 2:30pm yesterday, completely out in

SEO Davenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3693385510881805590.post-30363757918216906612009-06-11T09:13:00.000-07:002009-07-27T09:15:22.219-07:00Car Crime

What the hell. So I wake up yesterday morning with Johnny Law knockin on my bedroom door at eight. Not my front door, my bedroom door. For a moment I just laid there half asleep as if I was dreaming, what does he want with me? Did they somehow track me down on some surveillance video for smashing the parking meters with a hammer the other night? Did he see the bright green plants in the

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