LAST friday I spent a great deal of my evening dealing wiht fucktards of the higest caliber, and so did EVERYONE I KNOW.

Hell, even the OGWIFE had to wait in like FORTY MINUTES for her 3 piece fish & more at Long John Silvers, because the MORONS THAT RUN THE PLACE HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK LENT IS and have NOTHING LIKE THE INTELLIGENCE REQUIRED TO PUT ON EXTRA STAFF ON FRIDAYS DURING LENT. Then, as if Fucktard Friday hadn’t harshed my mellow sufficiently, SATURDAY ended up being Fucktard Friday, Day Two! I had to rent a tow dolly to go get my sister’s kevorked HONDA, and tow it from Joliet to Chez Og, about 55 miles each way, fighting the backwash of semis that would cause the towed vehicle to CHANGE LANES BY ITSELF, then get the SOB pushed into the garage so I could start yanking the head off. Sunday, apparently, is Fucktard Friday Day Three, because next, I discover that the HEAD has been installed SO improperly (by my OTHER nephiew, not the one who works on cars professionally) and the little bastard had heated up so much it MELTED the goddamned TIMING CHAIN COVER. And warped the head. So I get to have the damned thing DECKED, and get at least ONE valve replaced, and ALL 16 reground and ALL seats refaced and etc. and etc. and etc.

It just makes me want to SCREAM.

So let’s hope this week, Fucktard Friday lasts only for one day.