That house. The Victorian gaucheness of it, or maybe the yard's immaculately trimmed hedges.
The way traffic treats you the same whether you're moving at 30 miles and hour, or just 13.
Did you realize the deer in the forest preserve were that big?
What is it about hairy (bigfoot hairy) bodies that make you want to tan on a picnic table in a nutbag Speedo?
That shiny, black '72 Eldorado has been parked there all summer, actually.
And these...?...taste so much better:
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