But where are my pants?
So, here I get to be one of the first posters on www.freetobemarlo.net, yet I have nothing to say. I remember Ricardo well, though. I still see him and his woman walking around, late at night, with their kids. At least I'm assuming those are his kids. In any case, Joel's windows have been spared recently, so one can hope that breaking in to Joel's car has ceased to be a neighborhood hobby. Breaking into his pants, though, that's another matter entirely.
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the break-in is part of the hunt for keys. because everyone leaves their keys in the car.
Posted by @ 09/30/02 8:07 a.m. ET
Yes, indeed. Keys, sacks of unmarked bills, strands of pearls, property deeds, etc. Whoever broke into my car last week missed all of that, plus the gold bricks I keep under the front passenger seat for emergencies.
Posted by @ 10/01/02 6:28 a.m. ET
If breaking into Joel's car has ceased to be a neighborhood hobby, I have high hopes for my own car's future sojourns on your street. Whoever broke into it there a year or so ago made a mess but didn't bother taking anything. Wimps.
Posted by @ 09/27/02 7:40 a.m. ET