In my roommate's room, a pair of pants hang over the back of the chair I'm sitting in and I can't stop thinking, "Are these pants mine...?"
Friday, October 10, 2008
There's always parking...
...in crackville. At least everytime I've come to this theater during off show hours. Interesting how crack and theater seem to go together. Or, is that just the San Francisco theater district. Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile
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