Sep 27, 2005 13:10
There is a car in the flowerbed of the pub that is directly opposite my work. In front of the car- two police cars and a fire engine.
Seems the car glided swiftly into the side of the pub. The petals of the flowers now sparkle with glittery carnage.
Maybe they were hungry and thought the brick wall was a drive-through.
eggplant,
happenings