...is to restrain myself from writing what my hurt, venegeful self wants to write.
Instead, I will end this horrible, painful day with a couple of random photos taken while I was stuck on the freeway this afternoon.
It's damn pathetic when the only bright spot of the day was seeing a '59 Buick trapped in traffic with me...
And, though summer is supposed to be drawing to a close, it was damned hot here today....
Amazing: I have again concealed the truth. I'm proud of myself. I'm still a gentleman.
4 hours ago
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Don't ya just love those old Buicks, with the gigantic hqrdhkbg?
I sure do, but they drink gas like a fhdgs.
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