Señor Grumblecakes (jervo) wrote,
Señor Grumblecakes

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maybe in the next life i'll be able to hear myself think

There's a commercial that's playing in the NYC area, featuring a night shot of a parked car whose alarm is chirping away, and then, suddenly, a couch comes flying out of nowhere and destroys it. Boy I wish I had windows large enough for that - there was a car alarm on my street that went from 11:15pm until approximately 1:30am.

Oh, and then this morning, at around 5:20am, it went off again, until about 6:30am. And then a garbage truck rolled by, honking and screeching. And then I think there was some sort of police activity, or something involving loud walkie-talkie squeaking.

I'm tired, folks.

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