The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

8.5.2003

I have a plastic container that used to hold Chiclet-esque gum. The ad-wizards that work for the company who made the gum named it "Chicle Chicks". The name pisses me off quite a bit but not as much as the tag line "office pleasures" and the massive No Smoking sign that occupies the bulk of the container's lid. In spite, I intend to fill this container with chewed Chicle Chicks. As I progress I'll snap some pictures of the monstrosity and post them here, that is unless I get bored with the project.