Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Jingle in my head
No, there isn't something come loose up there. I have a radio jingle for a local locksmith running through my head.

You lock your dog in the car with the keys
877-HELP
Locks and Unlocks, Locks and Unlocks

blech. It frustrates me that I don't know all the words.

Insanity creeps ever closer...
posted by Phoenix | 11:00 AM


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