So the local police here in suburbia have no sense of humor, zero, zilch, nada. It’s about 3 a.m. and I find myself at Wawa, desperately in need of caffiene, I sweep in, hit the ATM, grab 2 one liter Diet Cokes and 2 SFRBs and a pantone 388 apple [that’s bright green, if your […]
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