Now they have fake mud that you can spray onto your SUV. So when you cruise down your needlessly curvy street in your subdivision named for an Elizabethan English manor and you pull into your driveway, engine humming $2.15 gas at worse than 10 miles a gallon, the trunk packed with sale price TV dinners and 80-count cases of Sam’s Club TP, all of your sun-burned neighbors will look up from their mowing, and see how much fun you had on your fake fishing trip.
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one. -C.S. Lewis
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
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This blog is based on a true story.
Listen, they have to switch those tanks into four wheel drive to get over the newly installed speed bumps on Wisteria Lane...give 'em a break. A little fake mud never hurt anyone!
God, isn't there a point when you look in the mirror after spraying on the fake mud and say to yourself, "self, you are an asshole".
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