Crash
by Scott Hardie on November 2, 2007
Some days are so bad, you feel like you've been the only driver in a demolition derby without a car.
Four Replies to Crash
Amy Austin | November 2, 2007
Never mind, I just reread it and think I already have my answer.
And since I feel like I've been "driving" in the same derby (Flintstone-style) for... well... a couple of years now, believe me when I say, "I feel your pain..." ;-)
Jackie Mason | November 7, 2007
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Scott Hardie | November 8, 2007
Work stuff. The job's fine; some days are just overwhelming.
Logical Operator
The creator of Funeratic, Scott Hardie, blogs about running this site, losing weight, and other passions including his wife Kelly, his friends, movies, gaming, and Florida. Read more »
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Since Adrianne doesn't permit replies to her posts, I'll link it here: Poisoned pigeons fall from sky in Texarkana. The chain of events is too bizarre not to reiterate: A pigeon flew into a bank and defecated on a customer, so the bank put poisoned grain on the roof hoping to drive away the pigeons. Instead, dozens of birds flopped dead on the ground downtown – right during the city's annual festival. Go »Home is Where the ––– is
Just how convenient can future additions to Google get? (link) Thanks, Marlon. Go »Crash
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Amy Austin | November 2, 2007
Is this totally metaphorical, Scott, or did you really wreck your car???