I had a 75mph blow out on my rear right tire earlier this evening. We won't go into details, but it was my fault in more ways then it wasn't. I'll give Dodge credit for the fact that I didn't even notice the tire was missing, and the only thing that tipped me off was A) I was expecting it, and B) I could hear it. Now, could Dodge make it just a LITTLE more complicated to remove the fucking spare tire from under the truck bed!?!?! So I got to spend forty-something minutes in 25-30 degree weather trying to figure out how the fuck to work the winch system that held my tire in. What ever happened to a big ass bolt? A winch? You've got to be fucking kidding me....ok, ok, ok....so the winch was actually kind of nice once I figured it out.....fucking mopar!
So, I am now a member of SG Sobriety and Chemical Halo groups. Let's just assume the first shows my desire to get sober again, and the second is just a way for me to not let my vast well of drug knowledge die and slip into neglectful oblivion.
I'm still diggin' on Shatner's album. This shit is hilarious, poignant, sad, and indisputably brilliant all in the span of eleven tracks.
O-K! So, I am getting drunk fast. Lord God in Heaven do I love red wine. Thank you Jeebus!
So, I am now a member of SG Sobriety and Chemical Halo groups. Let's just assume the first shows my desire to get sober again, and the second is just a way for me to not let my vast well of drug knowledge die and slip into neglectful oblivion.
I'm still diggin' on Shatner's album. This shit is hilarious, poignant, sad, and indisputably brilliant all in the span of eleven tracks.
O-K! So, I am getting drunk fast. Lord God in Heaven do I love red wine. Thank you Jeebus!