Scott Reynen was born in a car in the hospital parking lot. He later threw a boomerang that came back to hit him in the forehead. Scott has almost no sense of smell. Nonetheless, he managed to write this.
← Listening for Meaning ↔ QOTD: Potato Salad →
Happy Daylight Savings! (M3U, via CD Baby) Okay, maybe not happy, but certainly the best Daylight Savings song I've ever heard.
About — © 2006 typewriting.org
Article comment feeds: Atom, RSS