just like 7-11 without the slurpee machine. or a truckstop, but the bathrooms are marginally cleaner, and also fewer truck whores.
string up some lights and it's like a quiceanera! meets barn dance! meets that last scene in footloose! i mean, did that town really think they could stop ren from cuttin' footloose? idiots.
in tarp city, usa you've got to batten down the hatches. i like to call this particular inclement weather tarp exercise: "when it's all said and done, you might end up getting divorced or flying off the roof or riddled with severe cord burns". it's sort of like the trust fall where you fall back into a web of what you think are capable, trustworthy arms, but instead land in a pile of wood chips like i did at church camp in fourth grade.
because when jesus cries on our house, you've got to be ready.
this blog is why Mr. Computer invented computers. He didn't know it at the time. It was fate.
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