I went out to lunch today with Julie. When I got back to my office's parking lot, the box with my remaining peanut noodles popped open and went everywhere. Not only did I lose my leftovers, the Camry is going to reek of peanut for the rest of its life.
I'm also sure I'm getting a cold. I've done nothing but sneeze today.
Damn you, Bon Jovi. Damn you.
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This is the moment when you tell Julie: "Your love is like bad medicine."
i think you could have done worse than peanut noodles. it could have been a dairy product of some kind. that curdles. eeew. california's still burning.
and not in the good way.
In the grand scheme, it could have been a whole lot worse, but still ... it was just GAH!! And I sat there thinking, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit."
could've been worse. the camry could've experienced "slippery when wet," like those poor sods who hydroplaned over the interstate bridge.
Oh, holy crap, man. I made sure to be extra careful on the way to Southridge tonight!
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