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February 21, 2016
Interestingly, 'Geyser of Excrement' Is the Name of My Tears for Fears Tribute Band. But I Digress
I don't think I can accurately describe what that geyser of excrement in the carhole meant to me at that moment. It was literally an existential threat. If I couldn't figure out what was wrong, almost immediately, we would be homeless. Not fake homeless like an indie-rock drummer sleeping on strange couches. My family and I would not be able, or more to the point, not be allowed to live in our house while I sorted it out. It's fight or flee, and since it was below zero at the time, fleeing only lasts until you get to the end of the street where you re-enact the end of The Shining. I prefer fighting anyway. -- Sippican Cottage:
Posted by gerardvanderleun at February 21, 2016 12:06 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.