So it's been a while. In case you don't read the news, the car industry hasn't been doing do good lately. Something about a recession, GM shutting down half of it's brands and all kinds of other fun things.
So I've been busy, I've learned that working two jobs sucks, and that I have a deeper appreciation of the fact that I don't run a cash register for a living. Also I'm back up to 90% usage of my left hand which is awesome. I can type without pain again!
Here's three quickies, a rant, and a game. Enjoy!
Three Things Not To Leave in Your Car When Selling It.
You will not get these back.
Naked pictures of yourself. Young, old, male, female, attractive, unattractive. A home will be found for them. Either in a tool box, a trash can, or in an unsuspecting co-workers workspace.
Illegal drugs. Especially if I find enough. I think it's funny to call the cops. And don't call asking for them back. I think it's even funnier to call the cops with your address to give them.
Condoms. Unopened or not. And I'm not buyin' that you wear magnums.
Porn!
Of all types! Boxes and boxes! Your trunk is full to bursting! Your backseat is filled to the bottom of the windows! Smut rags! Raunchy videos! Buxom babes galore!
While I am intrigued by your porn collection, I do not want to know, nor do I care to know, why you are transporting several lifetimes worth of prurient pictures and salacious videos in your car.
BTW, I gave you some fender covers to put over the ones in your back seat.
Virgin eyes on the roads and stuff.
3 Things I Will Not Trade for Work.
If you smell like a fish market, 'your body' is not acceptable payment. Even if I can't smell you through your clothes I'm not interested. Happily married and all.
Legal advice. It does not put food on my table. Promising that you will get me out of my next speeding ticket doesn't work either. 7 years of driving and one speeding ticket. Not planning on getting any others any time soon.
Crappy Wal-Mart tools. I've spent thousands of dollars on my tools in just two years, your twenty dollar set of metric and standard sockets with a ratchet does not compare to my fine tooth ratchet and my precisely crafted and rigorously tested sockets. Oh, and mine have lifetime guarantees.
I get it.
You hate gays. Good on ya. Really, fantastic, bravo. You managed to form an opinion all on your own. I'm proud of you. Really! No, really I am!
Just because you have one doesn't mean I want to hear it. Nor does it mean that I proscribe to your opinion. As far as I'm concerned you can believe whatever you want to believe. Don't try and force it on me. I don't care, I don't want to hear it, and I personally believe that engaging you in a debate would be a waste of time.
If you insist on flapping you gums at me, then don't get butt-hurt when I make you sound like an idiot. If you weren't one I wouldn't be able to make you sound like one. Now go away before I decide your car in unfixable.
Let's play a game.
It goes like this, one sentence with two blanks and two columns of three answers.
First to match them up wins a cookie.
You put blank(answer from column A) in your blank?!? (answer from column B)
Column A
Gasoline
Coolant
R-134 (Freon)
Column B
Windshield Washer fluid
Transmission
Tires
I'll even give you hint's. One isn't a huge deal, one made me laugh, and one made me sad that someone took the time to figure out how to do this without ever stopping to think if it was a good idea.
So I've been busy, I've learned that working two jobs sucks, and that I have a deeper appreciation of the fact that I don't run a cash register for a living. Also I'm back up to 90% usage of my left hand which is awesome. I can type without pain again!
Here's three quickies, a rant, and a game. Enjoy!
Three Things Not To Leave in Your Car When Selling It.
You will not get these back.
Naked pictures of yourself. Young, old, male, female, attractive, unattractive. A home will be found for them. Either in a tool box, a trash can, or in an unsuspecting co-workers workspace.
Illegal drugs. Especially if I find enough. I think it's funny to call the cops. And don't call asking for them back. I think it's even funnier to call the cops with your address to give them.
Condoms. Unopened or not. And I'm not buyin' that you wear magnums.
Porn!
Of all types! Boxes and boxes! Your trunk is full to bursting! Your backseat is filled to the bottom of the windows! Smut rags! Raunchy videos! Buxom babes galore!
While I am intrigued by your porn collection, I do not want to know, nor do I care to know, why you are transporting several lifetimes worth of prurient pictures and salacious videos in your car.
BTW, I gave you some fender covers to put over the ones in your back seat.
Virgin eyes on the roads and stuff.
3 Things I Will Not Trade for Work.
If you smell like a fish market, 'your body' is not acceptable payment. Even if I can't smell you through your clothes I'm not interested. Happily married and all.
Legal advice. It does not put food on my table. Promising that you will get me out of my next speeding ticket doesn't work either. 7 years of driving and one speeding ticket. Not planning on getting any others any time soon.
Crappy Wal-Mart tools. I've spent thousands of dollars on my tools in just two years, your twenty dollar set of metric and standard sockets with a ratchet does not compare to my fine tooth ratchet and my precisely crafted and rigorously tested sockets. Oh, and mine have lifetime guarantees.
I get it.
You hate gays. Good on ya. Really, fantastic, bravo. You managed to form an opinion all on your own. I'm proud of you. Really! No, really I am!
Just because you have one doesn't mean I want to hear it. Nor does it mean that I proscribe to your opinion. As far as I'm concerned you can believe whatever you want to believe. Don't try and force it on me. I don't care, I don't want to hear it, and I personally believe that engaging you in a debate would be a waste of time.
If you insist on flapping you gums at me, then don't get butt-hurt when I make you sound like an idiot. If you weren't one I wouldn't be able to make you sound like one. Now go away before I decide your car in unfixable.
Let's play a game.
It goes like this, one sentence with two blanks and two columns of three answers.
First to match them up wins a cookie.
You put blank(answer from column A) in your blank?!? (answer from column B)
Column A
Gasoline
Coolant
R-134 (Freon)
Column B
Windshield Washer fluid
Transmission
Tires
I'll even give you hint's. One isn't a huge deal, one made me laugh, and one made me sad that someone took the time to figure out how to do this without ever stopping to think if it was a good idea.




I avoid the controvesy as I get enough of that everywhere else at the moment.
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