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Friday, July 22, 2011

Life is a highway, after all.

Living near a highway is like having your own personal news radio station because there are people in the world whose mission it is to yell the day's important events as they go flying by at 60+.

(This is actually how I found out Michael Jackson AND Billy Mays had died. Damn you, Pennsylvania Route 512.)

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