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2002-11-08

:: <14:13> Life <Comments off>

woob cabin

Best sight in all year, no doubt. I was driving along, humming on a Barenaked Labies song at a time which no man was ever constructed to adhere. Then I saw it, travelling in the opposite direction. My eyes tried to leave their hollow caves. A car with an Amish Trailer home. A movable cabin made of wood. Sure, they might not have been real Amish, the car that pulled it was a bit of a giveaway, but that is just splitting hairs. I’m convinced that it’s a prototype for a new more comfortable movable home to be used by rich people in the summers.



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