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[grindmonkeh]

I had a blow-out on the way home from work this morning after running over some type of hand tool that I identified by a loud *clang* noise and a brief glimpse in my rear-view mirror as a crescent wrench. How a crescent wrench put a gaping hole in the sidewall of my tire I have yet to figure out. I changed it in a Rally's parking lot, and then drove to Wal-Mart to have it replaced. It was covered under the goodyear road hazard plan or some shit, so I only had to pay a few bucks for the tire disposal and wait an hour for their crack-staff to complete the task. My ten minute drive turned into a two hour venture, so I had to call and cancel my plans to play golf with some guys at noon. I decided to call it a day and sleep, until the assistant pro phoned asking if I would come in and compose player sheets for an outing tomorrow. I agreed that I would do so after a two hour mercy nap, since they can't seem to operate a computer keyboard and word processor. About a half an hour into my slumber, my neighbor knocked on my door and needed me to jump-start his car. I'm ready for this day to end...but...

Since I've completed all of the above and am so tired, I decided that it would be a good idea to update my cd and mp3 album trade list instead of sleeping, because you know how it's important to be obsessive compulsively meticulous about such things.

I took a picture of my flat tire, because pictures of flat tires are novel. You can see the gash above the "R" in tracker.

Comments

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[artyste.livejournal.com]

Nice mags man.

[brokn2pieces.livejournal.com]

well, i guess it's nice to be needed :o)

[sportsgal23.livejournal.com]

I might have to get Beck and Foo Fighters from you. =)

[grindbastard.livejournal.com]

What do I get in return?

[sportsgal23.livejournal.com]

Whatever you want, sweetheart. :)