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Old Man Winter Assasination Attempt
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February 13, 2008, 07:26:am
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(to be written at a later time)
Mood: sleepy
Music: the soft caress of a tiny desk fan
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Blades of Fury
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December 20, 2007, 08:43:am
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I was in line to pick up my friend in some shithole part of PA and I went outside to find my car in a giant ice ball. Naturaly I pried the doors open and grabed my handy dandy scraper, but not before turning the car on and letting it warm up a bit.
The problem arose that the ice was too thick for scrapeing, so I did what any normal person in my situation would do. I griped the handle and began to smash the ice with the magestic splender of a noris god.
The ice flew every way but sunday, huge chuns darting in every which direction. I tossed them grunting with pride and my savage ability to rip something apart.
After an hour, I was done clearing off Habakuk, but another little problem had arrison in my escapades. My windsheild wipers would not work.
Muttering my typical "Oh crap" in not so many words, I began to go out to the wipers and clean every infintesimal spec of ice from them on the outside and in, hoping that they were mearly frozen. Another half an hour goes by and I have even shot the wiper's insides full of anti-frost, supermelting awesome in a bottle, yet to no avail.
I drove for two days without my windsheild wipers, until they finnaly melted and function in a manner beyond reproach. So, the story has a happy ending, and now you know.
Mood: Laughing with schoolgirl glee
Music: psyclon nine
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