I dont really remember my dreams most of the time, but lately I’ve had a couple that stand out for some strange reason. Politically, I dont know what i would consider myself. I used to think republican, but I’ve never even voted, and frankly i dont really give a crap. but two times now, twice, I’ve had a dream where i meet president obama, and he’s all cool and I’m like “wow, this dude is pretty cool”. doesn’t that seem a little strange to anyone, that me, a totally apolitical person would have this experience? I’m starting to think there’s some subliminal messages going out over the waves or something…
I Recently sold a truck on Craigslist. The following is word for word what was posted, and within a week or 2 the truck was sold.
This truck might not run, but it might get you laid. girls like guys with skills. fixing a truck? LAID. All it needs is a capper, a mattress in the back and a nice spot down by the river. SWEET RIDE. As far as what i know is wrong with it, there was a coolant leak that i tried to fix with some bars leaks, but that didnt seem to help, and then one day my roommate was driving it to nicholasville and it just quit running. I dont think the two issues are related, but who knows. I have a truck that runs, so i’m not really interested in trying to fix this one. we have theories though. maybe the fuel filter got clogged, or the fuel pump went bad, or something electrical stopped working. It still turns over, it just doesnt start. Just to make sure, i put some extra gas in it today and tried to start it. NO LUCK. so here’s the deal. I just want to get rid of the thing. i have a clean title. There used to be a bunch of maintenance records in the glove box, but they were taking up all the room, so i ditched them. they obviously didnt help anyway. if anything this could be a timeless reminder that regular tune ups dont mean crap. I dont care what you do with it, just pay me and push pull or drag this thing away.
Features:
•Long Bed
•Opening Hood, Doors, Tailgate, and Windows.
•Its a truck and this is Kentucky. Yes. thats a feature.
•Super Bad Ass aftermarket Exhaust-holding clothes hangers.
•128,890 miles of helping friends move large furniture, and general commuting
•Natural Mossy Camouflage on hood/roof (not shown in pictures taken earlier)
•Bonus Mystery Items on floorboard including maybe an ICE SCRAPER and/or LICENSPLATE HOLDER!
•Actually a pretty nice bed liner.
Any questions or inquiries please e-mail me. Cash Only. Local Pickup.
“I just think of kurt popping out of that cake. and mike with no eyebrows.” – he actually said this back in may, but i had to post-date it so it didnt give anything away…
so me and bodle had to goto kohls so i could buy a larger pair of dress pants today. i seem to have outgrown my old pair somehow. anyway, we got to the parking lot and there was some one who had parked their car way over the line for no apparent reason. so i let bodle hop out and then i pulled in to my spot fairly centered-like. which basically put me about 5 inches from said inability-to-park-person’s drivers side door. thoroughly convinced of our efforts to help balance out the universe, me and bodle entered the store and went about our business. when we exited and headed toward the truck bodle said “aw man, they havent even left yet”, to which i replied “well i guess that defeats the whole purpose doesnt it?” only a couple steps later and i happened to notice that there was someone wedged in between my truck and the car, obviously struggling and a little pissed off. we stopped dead in our tracks. i started walking across the lanes acting like i was looking for my car somewhere else and bodle whipped out his cell phone to act like he was on a call. we picked a spot out of view and waited. i guess the lady finally got into her car somehow, cause eventually she left, and after close inspection we found a couple paint scuffs on my door. but thats ok, cause hopefully she learned something. unless you drive a truck as crappy as mine, you should probably learn to park it between the lines. after that we ate cici’s pizza and ramped the railroad tracks on the way home.
some of you may remember back in the day when i used to room with whipple how he’d make weird noises in his sleep. ever since then i havent had a roommate that was that noisy… until now. i was laying in bed lastnight trying to goto sleep and i heard something that sounded like someone strangling a dog that had swallowed a balloon. well, i was right about the dog part at least, my dog peyton has apparently taken it upon himself to carry the whipple’s strange noises torch. so gurgle on, young dog, gurgle on.
“…i will however tear it in half and throw it in the trash can.” (silence) “i’m just gonna get it started with some scissors.” – the fate of a fake AAA membership he got in the mail. it was thick.
“stay away from male on male smiley wink faces.” – she means emoticons ;)
i ran into someone today that i havent seen in a very long time. i’ll be honest, it made my day.
“yeah, you owe me big. that’s short for, you owe me big time.”
pound cake. old timey. willy wonka.
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