by B.J. Delas Armas
on 7/28/2004 08:35:00 PM
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The Day that Curiosity Almost Killed a Cat
It was a gloomy afternoon and El kiddo was about 7 or 8 years old sitting buckled up tight in the back of the red caravan that was cruising Sunset and Fountain when el kiddo asked out of nowhere "why are there wipers in the back ?" No response from the driver nor his daughter. El kiddo, sensing that they didn't hear him speak asked again "why are there wipers in the back ?" After a while, El kiddo got the fuckin' hint.
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