Assault and Battery:
My car battery died four times Friday. Once on Duck Lake road, where i had to be pushed off into Austin's yard so Ashton could jump me. Twice in Meijer's gas station where the Muglia father had to jump me as many times. And once on my own road, right as i eased off the accelerator to turn into my driveway (which is sort of lucky, but it's still my battery dying again, isn't it?). I'm using a battery recharger on it right now, so hopefully that's all it needed. Or maybe it'll die on me tomorrow and i'll be forced to fork some over for a new one. After all that's happened to my car, i don't even really care anymore.
But every time i think i've got it bad, i just remember Ryan Muglia; his incessant prone to injury, and that "tumor" that comes back ever couple of weeks no matter how many times he goes to the hospital to remove it. I think the doctors must just be afraid to tell him no one in the medical world has ever seen that thing before, otherwise it seems they'd know how to get rid of it.
I told him one time when we were driving home (without incident) that he must have been Hitler in a past life.
But every time i think i've got it bad, i just remember Ryan Muglia; his incessant prone to injury, and that "tumor" that comes back ever couple of weeks no matter how many times he goes to the hospital to remove it. I think the doctors must just be afraid to tell him no one in the medical world has ever seen that thing before, otherwise it seems they'd know how to get rid of it.
I told him one time when we were driving home (without incident) that he must have been Hitler in a past life.