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WTF! *giggle*

Driving to work this morning, I was waiting to turn left into Moggil Road as the traffic went by. One of the vehicles to go by me as I was waiting was an ambulance.

At first glance it looked like someone had blown up about half a dozen blue balloons and left them on the dash of the ambulance. Second glance clarified that thought.

Someone had blown up half a dozen blue gloves and left them on the dash of this ambulance.

WTF! *giggle*

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missedangel
May. 27th, 2006 12:05 am (UTC)
If you are a good boy I will show you how to make an elephant from an inflated rubber glove :P
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