Have got a headache the size of a chicken coop. Last night there was an accident, impressive, talking NASCAR quality with long line of fire and everything. Saw it on my way from the hairdresser, who cut my hair again. Woman's got a grudge against lenght. She trims a good to inches under the 'spilt ends' act. Bumped my ride a bit going on to the PBR in El Dorado, seriously something needs to be done about that corner, no one can see the No Left Turn sign, which makes no sense anyway because making a left turn there is in fact very practical and possible and even the lights work in sync to encourage turning left.
Thing is, I happened to see the accident, on my way from the hairdresser, having bumped my ride, in an attempt to not hang out with my current douche I'm hanging out with too much.
Now here I am with a headache the size of a chicken coop waiting on douche to bring me proteins & veggies. horrid little cycle this horrid little world ain it.
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