What do you get when you cross a Ford minivan going 78 miles an hour down the interstate and an 80 pound pitbull walking across the same interstate at the same time?
Nothing good for the dog, I tell ya.
And it did not do the underside or the rear of the minivan any good either.
Dog, dead. Several times over
Rear bumper cover, split in two
Rear window, splattered
Undercarriage dented and yucky
Children, wife and teen passengers, grossed out
Gotta love a good road trip.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wow!
I can't believe that it has been this long since I had something to bitch or whine about. Actually, I have planned on putting several things over here, but I haven't taken the time.
So the short versions follow:
I have a new nemesis in the hood. Actually two nemises, (Or is it nemisi?) Two little pricks who drie like crap through the neighborhood and like threatening people with baseball bats.
And the other major issue in my life right now... I hate Christmas music. And anyone who likes Christmas music.
Especially if you like Christmas music, can't drive worth a damn and are a high school football player whose little chump twin brother likes to threaten neighbors with baseball bats.
By the way, I really do like people who like Christmas music. And I can even listen to Christmas music, but not until December 23rd.
High school aged jerks with bats? Never liked 'em. Never will.
So the short versions follow:
I have a new nemesis in the hood. Actually two nemises, (Or is it nemisi?) Two little pricks who drie like crap through the neighborhood and like threatening people with baseball bats.
And the other major issue in my life right now... I hate Christmas music. And anyone who likes Christmas music.
Especially if you like Christmas music, can't drive worth a damn and are a high school football player whose little chump twin brother likes to threaten neighbors with baseball bats.
By the way, I really do like people who like Christmas music. And I can even listen to Christmas music, but not until December 23rd.
High school aged jerks with bats? Never liked 'em. Never will.
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