Random thoughts and pointless musings
Monday, November 8, 2010
Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.-Charles W. Chesnutt
Why'd the rubber chicken cross the road?
I have no clue but he didn't make it across 'cause I ran over him.
No seriously, I ran over a rubber chicken on my way to the gym.
Life is odd.
November 8, 2010 at 6:04 PM
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