Tuesday, August 11, 2009


I got into my car the other day and it reeked of onions. I sat in the driver's seat stunned because I couldn't figure out when and why I was eating grilled onions in my car...and that's when something else besides the lingering stench of onions hit me full Monty.

I knew exactly where it came from. I also knew who dared to defile my car.

I think I'm going to calm down a bit before going any further because to say I am not happy is like Captain Obvious pointing out that water is wet, fire is hot and if I ever see that person again, I'm not only going to make them detail my car but I'm going to make him lick the grease from said onions off of my leather seats.

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