Ha-ha, very funny, but yet, recently, I have been “FBI Fingerprint Checked,” but alas, not to moonlight as a cabby. Although, to be honest, that does sound like an intriguing job until, I’m sure, the client does something yucky.
No idea. My security clearance, begs the clearance-Clarence routine, but my clearance was — never mind. I’m so clean it hurts.
The image just tickled me, and my reflection can be seen in the car’s waxy shine.
FBI Fingerprint Checked
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Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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