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Someone help. This blog will exhaust you, first of all. I need you stories for a campaign. I was driving on White Lane on my way to work yesterday morning when my tire happened upon a pothole. This is a particularly nasty pothole, because it's the perfect way to ruin a good mood when I'm whistling on my way to work. I was driving, and stopped whistling a whole block before by way of anticipating my much loathed bump.
I tried to avert the bump. But it was too late. Down went my tire, up went my coffee, out came a few profanities as my eyeball got a fresh taste of coffee. The drop of coffee was so small and ghetto that it must not have gotten sweetener, so I got pure, unsweetened coffee eye (I have had other things fly into my eye, and I swear you can actually taste with your eye. If you doubt this, try a dab of Tabasco hot sauce)
I was pretty upset, driving the rest of the way to work with one eye closed like Popeye. And, wouldn't you know it, there...
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