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So I shed a lot of tears today...for whatever reason.
Then I worked one of the most intense work days ever. I HATE not taking a lunch. It puts me in such a pissy mood.
After work, I had TONS of shit to take care of.
Literally.
So I'm sittin' on the crapper, and I get this phone call...
"Dude, we forgot something at the house, can you bring it up to us?"
Well I'm all, "Dude, I'm trying to take a crap here."
Long story short...I eventually cut my crap short to go bring them what they wanted. On my way there, not even three feet away from the parking lot I was supposed to pull into, I see this large truck in my rearview mirror...going about 40 mph.
(Keep in mind I am completely stopped when I see said truck)
So I see the truck, and I'm all, "Oh fuck, he doesn't see me."
I must have got my seat belt on in record fucking time, because as soon as I heard the "click" of the belt, my whole body flew from front to back. I hit my head on something...not entirely sure what, but it was fucking hard.
Now my car is fucked.
So thanks Mr. Antonio Rodarte, who resides at 2616 Chapel in Saginaw...you made my fucking day.
Then I worked one of the most intense work days ever. I HATE not taking a lunch. It puts me in such a pissy mood.
After work, I had TONS of shit to take care of.
Literally.
So I'm sittin' on the crapper, and I get this phone call...
"Dude, we forgot something at the house, can you bring it up to us?"
Well I'm all, "Dude, I'm trying to take a crap here."
Long story short...I eventually cut my crap short to go bring them what they wanted. On my way there, not even three feet away from the parking lot I was supposed to pull into, I see this large truck in my rearview mirror...going about 40 mph.
(Keep in mind I am completely stopped when I see said truck)
So I see the truck, and I'm all, "Oh fuck, he doesn't see me."
I must have got my seat belt on in record fucking time, because as soon as I heard the "click" of the belt, my whole body flew from front to back. I hit my head on something...not entirely sure what, but it was fucking hard.
Now my car is fucked.
So thanks Mr. Antonio Rodarte, who resides at 2616 Chapel in Saginaw...you made my fucking day.