I have to report about my drive to this new job.
Just past Kuntz Road is:
JESUS HOUSE BALTIMORE.
It's a big church with a big sign.
JESUS HOUSE BALTIMORE.
Dammit. I am killed every time I see it.
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2 comments:
Sounds a lot like Pancakes House. Except I like Pancakes House better.
OH my! I know Pancakes House too, from Big Lebowski!
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