the wrens

that's the moon in the top left, by the by...

...to the driver of the late shift.
She tempts, 'your shift is nearly over. Bid welcome to sleeeeeep...'

...it ends in a cul-de-sac.
And standing there, in the middle of a continuous parade of confused drivers making U-turns, is Kevin.
Dressed like Chris Squire.
Playing the riff from Seinfeld over and over.
Professionally.

and the photo's actually not even blurry.

to meet grilles.

Dude, it might be the exhaust talking but you're beginning to look delicious...

Oh thanks. As your friend, I feel I must tell you you've got about a quart of cheap cheese in your teeth and a bad case of rice eye: