Happy thought of the day: Riding my bike down the interstate, I'm passed by a guy in a Corvette, and the girl in passenger seat is breaking her neck to turn and look at my bike.
They found an old Russian bomb from the war in the city centre last night, and as a result I was delayed for one hour. I hate it when that happens. Why couldn't the feckin' Allies build bombs that explode?
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