So one of my neighbors used a bungee cord to hold up his bumper for the longest time. Now the bumper is riding inside the car:
Jack’s not taking passengers.
I wonder if we can turn this around and make it an art car?
When it gets above 80 degrees, pants become optional on Lake Street.
Everything screams class about this picture, so the pawn shop/checks-cashed place next door was cropped.
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I discussed some of my dating prospects with Jill, a coworker, and then asked Jill if she had her eye on anyone. A law student maybe?
Jill: “I think I’ve forgotten how to flirt. There’s no one to flirt with in law school. The guys are gross. I’d rather stare at a mirror and flirt with myself than talk to these guys. It’s awful.”
I’m buying the first ticket for Jill’s post-graduation comedy tour.