This morning as I was leaving for work, my downstairs neighbor CAME out onto the porch in her pyjamas, LOOKED at my windshield and started signing:
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred ti-ckets.
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Are you going to finish that sandwitch?
6 comments:
what is wrong with your windshield?
lots of tickets on it
five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred of them, in fact
You can get yourself a nice court date. That's always fun.
yet another nice feature of the burbs, haven't had parking ticket in years.
or at least a nice apartment in Detroit with parking provided.
Isn't that the _Rent_ song, hilly? Er, minutes, not tickets. Regardless, it's one way for you to measure a year.
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