Wednesday, March 19, 2008

A Broken Headlight Will Be The Death Of Me...And Maybe You

My head with a truce with the other days when I was driving home in my good luck, the police are required to go to the temple on the street now. Think of a vehicle travelling in the past week Bureau cultures.
this part of the torture they had to accept inspections for vehicles. I got my weekends, as well as time-out, I sit down long lines and a wonderful person and I had to have a driver& 39;s license transactions. Do not worry, the fun will continue to come. First, I should probably know that I can set up. It was a humid summer day. Types of exercise a day, the breathing is enough to make you sweat bullets. The only way to escape the heat can be confiscated and the last time I checked that the pool away from the hurricane lagoon.
reluctantly driver& 39;s license, I chaeiteo, bit the bullet, and headed to hell. I turn on my air is full blast, kkeulyeoteoyo music, and I think I actually started to be not so bad suit. I talk too fast. Stretch, because you do not parking lines are too long; bulging Street to the vehicle. I rolled down my window and peered down the line of vehicles View endless. I wait more than an hour to see. My only salvation is a big glug sitting next to me in my cup holder. Susanhwa required to maintain, but access to the heart of my anger, but I forgot about my lack toilets. Probably a good idea to push wasn ta & 39; down 72 ounces of blueberry ice explosion. Next, waiting for you, and I refer to some of the cars to try and cut the line. I thought I could lose it. Their thoughts and omitted a suit waiting to the right of the cruise? Over my dead body. One vehicle was trying to merge in front of me, I am on my front bumper like glue sticks, the driver usually nuneulhapnida. He was backing off. Nobody is skipping the line. So, in addition to the heat, spreading ring bass in a nearby vehicle, and all of my rhythm and dance bladder base line, and I keep my place for the current line is required. Is this really my life?
after 1 hour, 23 minutes and 17 seconds on the front line, it made it. I finally, to his face, the face of the devil, who happens to be a short, fat man wearing a name tag. Go Larry. " Larry, listen, you cheat on me. I know Larry is short for Lucifer, " by myself. Anger is a combination of ice and pure filtered through my veins. I kept him in my car inspection. My mind automatically send questions about how easily can disable him ", & quot; toss him in the trunk, and double-deals again, and not have a driver& 39;s license. Smokers can live with the rebellion began my satisfaction is not in compliance with the constraints of society " Well, yes yidongseon, & quot; Larry said. I am shaking my head, I see my biteuleo out on the fantasies of murder. I laugh, thanks to him, and pulled out the garage. Well, it& 39;s not my bad.
i replacement lighting and fog lights do a good piaa my inspection before purchasing. If my car because I did not want to take any chances refuses inspections, I think I lost it. -- Mike rosania clora nidia



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