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And you know what else? I KNOW where the ark of the covenant is.

It's in Sicily.

Buried.

Under two hundred plastic Virgin Marys, three exact copies of the Mona Lisa (painted by master Leo himself), a 1954 Edsel, and ten indian-head matchbooks.

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Fuck.

That does it. Next place we live will have somewhere I can do spraycoats. Somewhere indoors, protected from sudden fucking rain. There goes about a hundred bucks worth of product, thanks to the fucking weather deciding to come up out of nowhere.

On top of everything else, this has been a fucking frustrating week.