Wednesday, March 23, 2011


My lovely partner Joe has an obsession with the carwash. It is not that he is a tidy person, or likes a clean car, he just loves the carwash for some reason. Generally we leave with a golden shine on the exterior of the car, and the inside looks like a teenage boy's bedroom. MacDonalds wrappers and chip packets, Red Bull bottles, empty packets of Peter Stuyvesant cigarettes and the like. But hey, at least we look good from the outside.

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