By the comments, I take it the last post wasn’t a favorite. Anyway, this one can’t be long, I’m afraid. Chun moved out, and it seems that I must search the city rounding up all new kitchen stuffs between the time I get off work and my rediculously early bedtime of 11p.
A while back, I was cruisin’ the plush streets of Memphis with my brother. I believe the street was a certain Mendenhall–a clearly Jewish name which makes the picture all the more hilarious. As the day faded to a later hour of that very same day, o’er the horizon we see an oddly shaped statue coming hurridly to meet us. It turned out to be:
Why not build a god in your front yard?
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