September 16, 2003. 10:13 at night.
On the Road Again
I saw a little black and white cat on my way to work. It was laying on its side on La Tiejera and its pink guts were popping out of its belly.
Today on my way home from work, the passenger in a car got out at a red light to get something out of the trunk. The driver rolled down his window and started saying something, as if telling the passenger to grab one for him. What was retrieved from the trunk? Why, two cans of Tecate cerveza, of course. The dude almost dropped them when he tried to close the trunk (which wouldn't close properly).
Yesterday on my way home from work I saw a license plate that read, simply: FISTER. I am not kidding with you. It was an Olympics plate, so the dude probably conned the DMV into thinking it meant he was some sort of welterweight boxer kind of person. But I know the truth about that guy, all into semi-kinky sex like that.
Not five mintues later, though, I saw a license plate that said: LVN K9S. Yes, the prize for biggest pervo license plate goes to the beastialist!
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