So.. I suck. NOT literally, I might add.
So the story goes : Russell and I went to my park in Murderapolis. Great times and talks were had, but on the way back to the car, the scent of hot dogs caught our attention. I'm not usually a fan, however, it was oddly appealing at the time.
AND SO. We began our journey back to the suburbs and decided to stop at A&W to get a hot dog. We make it there, aaand it's closed. No bueno.
By that time, we were about halfway to the closest Dairy Queen we could think of, so.. might as well go. I was stopped for speeding. A ticket for 10 miles per hour over the limit. FUCKING GRAND! That's another $107 dollars out the window.
P.S.. that goddamned hot dog was SO not worth the $1.39 plus $107. So now, $107 speeding ticket.. and right front tire must be replaced.. for what.. $100 (plus labor?). I. am. fucked. It looks as though commissioned art or a kitty are not an option for Molly. At least not now.
Even better.. on the way to drop Russell off.. we realized something we had failed to notice prior to said speeding ticket : there was a Dairy Queen like a block away from Russell's residence.
One thing I'll say, though.. I laughed at the pamphlet they give you with a speeding ticket. They make it sound like you've won a prize or something:
"You've received a ticket/citation in Anoka County! HERE'S WHAT WILL OCCUR NEXT!"
On the way there from Murderapolis, though.. I ran into Veeta. I haven't seen her in a LONG time. We used to work together. Her real name is Veronica.. but I was describing this neat broad I work with to someone.. and couldn't remember her name.. so it was, ".. this girl Victoria... or.. Velveeta or something!" SO.. from then on, she was Veeta to me. Used to get together now and then. NEAT lady. Am to have dinner with her soon-ish.
Back to my park in Murderapolis for a second. Observing young-ish 'skaters'. Hilarious. Don't get me wrong. I certainly don't have the balance or coordination to do it.. but my point is.. neither did they. heh
This is how that went :
"Dude, yeah no, dude.. yeah, dude.. do the highest manual you can.. and then grind this rail.."
"No problem!" (P.S.. this kid had a RAT TAIL. Do you remember those ugly fuckers from the eighties/early nineties? OH yeah.)
I'm telling you.. he might as well have picked up the board and hurled it at the wall. It would have produced a similar effect. Keeeeeeep practicing, fellow.
Anyway, I am le tired and in a bit of pain. Over and out.
So the story goes : Russell and I went to my park in Murderapolis. Great times and talks were had, but on the way back to the car, the scent of hot dogs caught our attention. I'm not usually a fan, however, it was oddly appealing at the time.
AND SO. We began our journey back to the suburbs and decided to stop at A&W to get a hot dog. We make it there, aaand it's closed. No bueno.
By that time, we were about halfway to the closest Dairy Queen we could think of, so.. might as well go. I was stopped for speeding. A ticket for 10 miles per hour over the limit. FUCKING GRAND! That's another $107 dollars out the window.
P.S.. that goddamned hot dog was SO not worth the $1.39 plus $107. So now, $107 speeding ticket.. and right front tire must be replaced.. for what.. $100 (plus labor?). I. am. fucked. It looks as though commissioned art or a kitty are not an option for Molly. At least not now.
Even better.. on the way to drop Russell off.. we realized something we had failed to notice prior to said speeding ticket : there was a Dairy Queen like a block away from Russell's residence.
One thing I'll say, though.. I laughed at the pamphlet they give you with a speeding ticket. They make it sound like you've won a prize or something:
"You've received a ticket/citation in Anoka County! HERE'S WHAT WILL OCCUR NEXT!"
On the way there from Murderapolis, though.. I ran into Veeta. I haven't seen her in a LONG time. We used to work together. Her real name is Veronica.. but I was describing this neat broad I work with to someone.. and couldn't remember her name.. so it was, ".. this girl Victoria... or.. Velveeta or something!" SO.. from then on, she was Veeta to me. Used to get together now and then. NEAT lady. Am to have dinner with her soon-ish.
Back to my park in Murderapolis for a second. Observing young-ish 'skaters'. Hilarious. Don't get me wrong. I certainly don't have the balance or coordination to do it.. but my point is.. neither did they. heh
This is how that went :
"Dude, yeah no, dude.. yeah, dude.. do the highest manual you can.. and then grind this rail.."
"No problem!" (P.S.. this kid had a RAT TAIL. Do you remember those ugly fuckers from the eighties/early nineties? OH yeah.)
I'm telling you.. he might as well have picked up the board and hurled it at the wall. It would have produced a similar effect. Keeeeeeep practicing, fellow.
Anyway, I am le tired and in a bit of pain. Over and out.
VIEW 10 of 10 COMMENTS
And why do people still insist on subjecting their poor sons to the fucking rat tail. It makes me want to vomit.
Anyway thanks for the bday wishes.
[Edited on Apr 18, 2005 12:52AM]