I Swear I Parked Here
Few places in California are as hallowed and sacred as the two inches your car might creep into a driveway. I
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Few places in California are as hallowed and sacred as the two inches your car might creep into a driveway. I
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This weekend my mom told me that it’s “time” for me to settle down with “a short bald rich guy.”
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I left Los Angeles for the Bay Area (Berkeley, Oakland, etc.) last Friday in a flurry of cray. I tried
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Because I’m a grain of sand in the crapped-on, dead fish smelling beach of our once-great, now questionable nation, I
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Everywhere I go in LA there are these large, shiny, metallic mechanical objects flying past me, in front of me,
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“Your car needs more than a wash.” Hey, I didn’t come here to get insulted, Mr. Car Wash Ticket Guy!
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Last night I saw a car with three bumper stickers, “I Love My Pit Bull,” “Trust the Godess,” and “Stop
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I’m frequently criticized for a disorder known as Compulsive Neatness (I have an aversion to sand, layers of dust, and
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I went to get my oil changed today, and a hundred dollars later I drove away feeling like I must
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