So it's 4:30 pm, I'm stuck as usual on the 405 and there's a ton of traffic. Not so hard to imagine, right? And I'm inching along, when suddenly I look in my rear view mirror and guess who's behind me? The Coroner. Yup, for one hour, I sat nervously in front of the Coroner's white van. Was my time up? But soon enough, I realize why. A bunch of
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-Le Luxuriant Lezard,
Evan Alexie
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-Adam
ps: does not compute..............................
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