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I just almost got killed by a maniac driving a Meals on Wheels truck. Yep, I'm back in New Haven. :/

edit: He flipped me off, too.

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OK, I'm at work, and I've checked my inbox, my e-mail, and my phone messages, and now I'm ready to go home. Somebody come spring me and take me out for fun and hijinks.

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Remember when I wrote about the praying Calvin stickers? Hmmm, I guess most of you weren't reading me then. So check it out here. OK, so yeah. When I was driving through Alabama the other day, I was able to get this picture.



You probably can't see it very well in that shot, so here's a detail. What do you notice?



Yes. Oh yes. It's not bad enough that they've completely raped the character of Calvin; they've also given him a MULLET. Somebody will PAY.

Took this in Virginia. I just kinda got a kick out of the car (notice the matching skull below the license plate!), and was I impressed that I was actually able to get a decent picture of it at 75 mph.



And here's proof that I'm back at Yale. Apparently there's at least some basis for the stereotype of Ivy League chicks named Muffy driving around in fancy-ass convertibles.



That concludes this edition of Cars Across America.

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I'm straight, but I have no problems with gay people whatsoever. I love the gay. But you know what's weird? Gay men hardly ever talk to me. There's a gay dude who works here who always looks at me like I'm sweating some funky odor. And I've had that happen with other gay dudes. It's weird. And it's different with gay women. I get on quite well with them. But I can think of only a couple of gay men that I've ever been friends with. No big deal one way or the other--just something I noticed. Anybody else have that happen?

Fuckin' homos.

JOKES. JOKES. JOKES.

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