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Friday, October 19, 2007

LIFE HURTS (GLASS DOOR)

i was at a Cafe, had a couple a beers. Normally, i'd be starin' a hole in the floor, but there was this cooler. i was lookin' at the cooler, with a glass door. And the glass was perfectly clean, and the light was just right, And i could see right through it, and i could swear there was no glass. i... Sign in to see full entry.

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