Wednesday, August 11, 2004

I just put one of those cardboard door-hanger advertisement things for a realtor on every fucking doorknob in my subdivision. It took me eight hours. So, you know, if you've got this little thing on your door that says something about Dennis Coots and RE/MAX when you get home, and you live where I live, that was me. I was, like... at your house.

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