I am sitting here this morning keeping a watchful eye on a matching pair of gray Hon brand steel four-drawer filing cabinets that were orphaned in the alley overnight. Anyone that knows me well, knows that I have a penchant for all things container. And they must also know that the fact that I do not have a hand truck at this moment is not dissimilar from a stoner with a pound of pot but no bong (Yeah, yeah I know the toilet paper roll and apple workarounds. I’m just trying to make a point … Shut up!). Anyway, so these filing cabinets are just sitting there taunting me with copious holding capacity free for the taking. Yet I have no metaphorical shovel with which to uncover the treasure chest. Fate is such a harsh mistress.
Oh man, I could totally use a treasure chest.
3 Responses to “Treasure Unattainable”
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September 16th, 2008 at 6:59 pm
You are such a wiener.
September 24th, 2008 at 3:40 pm
Just pick them up, ya pussy.
Oh and hey, what’s your address? I’ve been trying to send you a wedding present for a week^H^H^H^H year now. Just reply to the e-mail addy in this post, and good things will come your way. (Yeah, I asked Brad to get it on the sly, but his fingers were all greased up with The Colonel, so he couldn’t type, apparently.)
September 24th, 2008 at 6:08 pm
They were heavy! … Shut up!