Tuesday, March 9, 2010

I wish my wife was this dirty

Ah spring.

The sun is out, the streets are covered in slush and cars everywhere sport poorly scrawled cocks and "wash me" jokes in the ubiquitous layers of dirt. Also, since this is Canada, lost civilizations of extension cords that once powered the block heaters of our fleet of automobiles begin to peek through the rapidly thinning snow cover.

I like getting my extension cords back.

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