To the guilty party
My husband has told me the story of that night in July behind the Black Dog approximately 1 gazillion times. Please reveal yourself and end everyone’s suffering. Think of the children.
My husband has told me the story of that night in July behind the Black Dog approximately 1 gazillion times. Please reveal yourself and end everyone’s suffering. Think of the children.
i’m laughing!
gazillion? hmph
it was a rather unexpected sight to arrive at …
… remember?! the stickers would not peel off, they just disintegrated… I had to use a bloody ice scraper to make a small hole in the windshield to see through which didn’t work particularly well and so I drove most of the way home with my head out the window. it took HOURS to pick the bugs out my teeth and scrape the stickers off… wish I took pictures
i’m really laughing again!
(only this time i am at work)
oh, i definitely remember – you’d go to peel them, and they’d do that separation-thing where they’d leave all the bottom layer white & glue.
i can still sorta hear your voice on the phone the next day telling me all about how long it took you to get them off – funny!
back to work …