My bikes are all jacked up and I can’t seem to fix them. I ordered a part and the place has sent the wrong size twice now. TWICE.

The crime chopper keeps flying over my house. Daytime, nighttime, all the time.

The autumnal equinox began last night and tomorrow’s high is supposed to be 95. WTF?

The words quit spitting out, mind’s dry as an old corn husk.

I’m tired.

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