Wednesday, June 23, 2004


Date: 6-18-04

Location: Somewhere in the Oklahoman Hinterlands (an unnecessarily superfluous redundancy, I know)

So I pull up to the toll booth only to discover I'm right behind a double-decker load of pigs (of the porcine variety). Rolling down my window to pay my forced contribution to the taxing authority, my nostrils are assaulted with the malodorous reminiscence of pig excrement and slop.

As I wait for my change, I plot my revenge for this olfactory crime ...


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