Thursday, May 19

Every Time I See You, I'm Hittin Slow-Mo


Imagine if you will, a cup with a lid and a straw, sitting on the flat area of a dashboard. Then picture on open window to the right and an ipod playing Down with Webster beside the cup on the dashboard. Now picture an abrupt corner and a tipping cup, all in slow motion as you look in astonoshment at the lid popping off and the contents flowing out over the ipod down the side of the door and right out the window. The ipod is a survivor. The entire car smells like rootbeer.

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