I have a friend at work who I tease a lot for being cliche. He does stuff like reads Shakespeare, and puts french impressionist pictures on the background of work computers.
As I was watching TV the other day and had a moment of clarity. I am in fact cliche.
An overweight, white, gun-owning, conservative man; living in a trailer.
I hope I don't die in a tornado.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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