So much to say, so little patience to type!
First and foremost, thank you Sandy for the bitchin' icon...Totally tits, I owe ya one.
Yesterday's trip to Mama Mexico's restaurant was great, I got to taste how the Mexicans cook steak. So in my Continental Steak Eating endeavor there are only four Countries left: Russia, France, Wyoming, & Iceland. Happy Birthday to Suzanne, it was good eats and good times.
So this is how a lazy scmhoe like me works a "double shift": Go to sleep at 2AM, Wake up at 830 to listen to the voicemail telling me the car was ready and waiting since 5AM. Pick up my ride [I think I was jerked on Gas, but I can't tell for sure] Drove all around the city and came home at Now.
Highlights:
-Hit a Mercedes G500 with my right rear mirror. I was thinking "this is gona take alot of green to fix", checked it out with the driver, not a scratch on her, so after my balls fell out of my stomach I drove on. (If you hit a G500, You'll feel the same way)
-Looking for a spot around my neighborhood to drop the car off for the morning driver, I find a really tight spot in a really good locale. So, being the debonair ex-Valet that I am, I slowly maneuver all two tons of my Crown Vic in a space that an owner of a compact car would deem "Not worth it". And after I'm done doing squish-squish and park it perfectly, I realize I still havent filled the tank...
Needless to say the grammer coming out of my windows wasn't really rated for all ears passing by, as I squish-squished out of this perfect, tight spot to fill it up with (dun-dun-dun) 40 freaking clams. The enviromentalist in me feels bad, but the car loving, money needing college student in me can kick my enviromentalists butt, so it's ok... I just won't litter... Compromise.
And a real funny story, it looks like your hero locked himself out of the car for the THIRD TIME IN AS MANY MONTHS. It's funny how many unhelpful people are around McGuinness Blvd. I finally got in, although it cost one unlucky Kia Spectra owner his antenna (which reminds me, the evidence is till in the trunk...)
I guess I should make a slim-jim or a screw-driver/wire-hanger combo standard equipment in my duffel bag.
Next week, seven days? I might take Sunday off, but only if people are ready to put down some real hustle money in 8-ball (Vic, Dave and Emilio, I'm looking at you ladies)
"It was on that day, that I put a JiHad on them. And if you don't beleive me you better kill me now, 'cuz I'll put a JiHad on you too!"
P.S. MPH magazine is totally sub-par as a car mag.
PPS. Dave Barry is totally above-par as a humor columnist.
Yesterday's trip to Mama Mexico's restaurant was great, I got to taste how the Mexicans cook steak. So in my Continental Steak Eating endeavor there are only four Countries left: Russia, France, Wyoming, & Iceland. Happy Birthday to Suzanne, it was good eats and good times.
So this is how a lazy scmhoe like me works a "double shift": Go to sleep at 2AM, Wake up at 830 to listen to the voicemail telling me the car was ready and waiting since 5AM. Pick up my ride [I think I was jerked on Gas, but I can't tell for sure] Drove all around the city and came home at Now.
Highlights:
-Hit a Mercedes G500 with my right rear mirror. I was thinking "this is gona take alot of green to fix", checked it out with the driver, not a scratch on her, so after my balls fell out of my stomach I drove on. (If you hit a G500, You'll feel the same way)
-Looking for a spot around my neighborhood to drop the car off for the morning driver, I find a really tight spot in a really good locale. So, being the debonair ex-Valet that I am, I slowly maneuver all two tons of my Crown Vic in a space that an owner of a compact car would deem "Not worth it". And after I'm done doing squish-squish and park it perfectly, I realize I still havent filled the tank...
Needless to say the grammer coming out of my windows wasn't really rated for all ears passing by, as I squish-squished out of this perfect, tight spot to fill it up with (dun-dun-dun) 40 freaking clams. The enviromentalist in me feels bad, but the car loving, money needing college student in me can kick my enviromentalists butt, so it's ok... I just won't litter... Compromise.
And a real funny story, it looks like your hero locked himself out of the car for the THIRD TIME IN AS MANY MONTHS. It's funny how many unhelpful people are around McGuinness Blvd. I finally got in, although it cost one unlucky Kia Spectra owner his antenna (which reminds me, the evidence is till in the trunk...)
I guess I should make a slim-jim or a screw-driver/wire-hanger combo standard equipment in my duffel bag.
Next week, seven days? I might take Sunday off, but only if people are ready to put down some real hustle money in 8-ball (Vic, Dave and Emilio, I'm looking at you ladies)
"It was on that day, that I put a JiHad on them. And if you don't beleive me you better kill me now, 'cuz I'll put a JiHad on you too!"
P.S. MPH magazine is totally sub-par as a car mag.
PPS. Dave Barry is totally above-par as a humor columnist.