Locked in the trunk of my car, again.

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Tuesday, February 21, 2006


This is what i've been seeing every morning since last Friday when crossing the Mercier bridge. Can you believe no one knows what to do about this?! Apparently they've decided to wait until the wind dies down to attempt to put the train back on track. I say fuck it. Cut your losses and chuck that shit in the St-Laurence. It's got to be cheaper than to attempt to straighten that out.

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