Just a bunch of nothingness is what you will find here; please stay for lunch, we're having dinner.
Monday, June 6, 2011
Dear wood plank.
Did it hurt when I ran you over after switching lanes at 65MPH? I don't think it did, because you were still in the same position when I looked back, stubborn you. Now I will be sending you a bill for the damages: new tire ($100), new wheel ($70), and heartache ($54378295634782657346925432). Thank you for your business, but due to certain events, I hope that we never meet again.