Tuesday, January 18, 2011

This Is How It Starts

There are many things in life I don't understand. I do know that we all have things that we do when we're alone that others might find strange. I won't share mine here because I think I've given you enough to criticize here.

But there are some things that are a sign of more serious things. For example:
I don't get the whole sticker family on the back window of the car. But the driver doesn't stop there. Oh, no. Take a look at the license plate.
It starts with two cats. Then, two cats become three and the next thing you know it, you have more than a dozen and they're buried among the old newspapers and garbage you have lining your home.

So, friends, if you know this driver, please stage an intervention before things get nasty.

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