A Monumental and Majestic Work of Epic Proportions by your lowly and humble photographic servant.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Then Blurry Bill kicks into high Blur Gear. 2 Passes per bar. VERY straight. Janice is throwing down glass beads in a manner reminiscent of feeding chickens. (If you can remember feeding chickens when you were Little Gentle Viewers on your Little Gentle Viewer Farms) If not, she just slung it with her hands. She was wearing gloves, so of course, when I reached into the bucket barehanded, I momentarily froze in the horror that someone would have finding out the cotton candy they were eating was Pink Owens Corning Fiberglass. But she lifted the bucket onto my fear frozen hand. It just felt like sand. The lengths I go to for you Gentle Viewers.
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By people who like to say Shitpoke. It's a whole other bird, Shitpoke.
What's the deal with the glass beads? Inform a sistah, please.
ReplyDeleteDear Sistah,
ReplyDeleteThe glass beads make the paint stripes reflective and easier to see at night. Almost all road striping has them in it including that big long yella one.
Knowingly,
Brotha.