Neanderpundit

Whiny bitches begging for recount in 5, 4, 3, 2,….

This could be the beginning of something tasty.

This little valve, yesterday, was the bane of my existence, for a brief time.

The plastic broke, spraying two gallons of coolant all over the engine compartment. I managed to get it to a gas station where I replaced the whole assembly with a piece of pipe I had in the toolbox, and a couple of hose clamps, which I also had. A woman stopped and watched me wrenching, whistling and giggling to myself.

“You’re in a pretty good mood for someone broken down in a gas station” she said.

“I’ll have this fixed in a minute, I can walk in that door over there and buy new coolant, and I’ll still be home in time for the new episode of Top gear”

“You have a low threshold of fun”

“if I could get a blowjob right now, honey, I could levitate”

Tact has never been one of my fine points, but at least she laughed as she walked away.