So, you want to know what I did tonight?
Well, I got completely retarded smoking some herb and then drinking a few beers followed by some Southern Comfort followed by me moving my car to the parking garage a block away from where I live followed by an excessive amount of herb smoking followed by me locking my keys in my car with the radio still on. I know: run-on sentence. Who the fuck cares? Ha! The point is - I'm retarded.
I had to call Triple A (AAA) to come and unlock the car for me. The man and his massive truck for unlocking cars showed up. It wouldn't fit through the garage door though. So, he had to walk up the stairs with me after he backed his truck up. Upon arriving at the car, we checked in his large "car-unlocking kit" for the correct tools to use on my "1994 buick skylark." He said something that made no sense to me and I nodded as if I agreed. This has happened many times to me, as I often lock my keys in my car.
Click! <Handle Pull> <Lights come on> <Door Doesn't Open> Click! <Handle Pull> <Door Opens> WOW! I'm impressed. The last guy that had to get into my car broke the lock on the driver's door and then had to retry on the passenger door. He got in, finally. But, I still had a broken door that he had to pay to get fixed. But, that didn't happen this time. On the second or third try he nailed it. I was happy and sill am quite happy.
Now I sit here in my room. Debating of course as to what I should be doing. It is too late to watch <adult swim> because anime when I'm high makes me crazy. I wonder what's on HBO --- I have no idea. After flipping a few I have become a mindless idiot and found myself watching MTV. The station that apparently has started playing videos again late at night. Interesting...
Well, that is enough from my crazed lips. I will be making my way to my bed now...
or maybe...
to my kitchen...
Well, I got completely retarded smoking some herb and then drinking a few beers followed by some Southern Comfort followed by me moving my car to the parking garage a block away from where I live followed by an excessive amount of herb smoking followed by me locking my keys in my car with the radio still on. I know: run-on sentence. Who the fuck cares? Ha! The point is - I'm retarded.
I had to call Triple A (AAA) to come and unlock the car for me. The man and his massive truck for unlocking cars showed up. It wouldn't fit through the garage door though. So, he had to walk up the stairs with me after he backed his truck up. Upon arriving at the car, we checked in his large "car-unlocking kit" for the correct tools to use on my "1994 buick skylark." He said something that made no sense to me and I nodded as if I agreed. This has happened many times to me, as I often lock my keys in my car.
Click! <Handle Pull> <Lights come on> <Door Doesn't Open> Click! <Handle Pull> <Door Opens> WOW! I'm impressed. The last guy that had to get into my car broke the lock on the driver's door and then had to retry on the passenger door. He got in, finally. But, I still had a broken door that he had to pay to get fixed. But, that didn't happen this time. On the second or third try he nailed it. I was happy and sill am quite happy.
Now I sit here in my room. Debating of course as to what I should be doing. It is too late to watch <adult swim> because anime when I'm high makes me crazy. I wonder what's on HBO --- I have no idea. After flipping a few I have become a mindless idiot and found myself watching MTV. The station that apparently has started playing videos again late at night. Interesting...
Well, that is enough from my crazed lips. I will be making my way to my bed now...
or maybe...
to my kitchen...