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Overheard outside of Duggan's Funeral Home on 17th Street Latina Woman: The mortician made her look like a whore. Latino Man: Yeah he did. She looked beautiful.
posted by Eiríkur @ 5/11/2005 07:17:00 PM
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When I was six I remember sitting in the carbon-monoxide seats of my parent’s late ’70s powder blue station wagon. I would lip-sync to Crystal Gayle’s “Don’t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue” looking over at the drivers of other cars. I was convinced they would see me and think that I was Crystal, broadcasting directly to their AM dial. Recently I realized I was just high on fumes.
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