To the death of fun Options

[The Iron Goat]

My spirits are crushed. My life bleak. That which was so important to me has been taken away, never to be seen again, let alone used to it's ability. My balls and the goat were exchanged for an insultingly low amount of money today.

Dumbass, redneck, three-foot tall towtruck driver wouldn't believe that it should be transported on a flatbed. "It won't hurt anything. coot-coot!" Fine. It's your car now, dumbass. He then proceeded to back his car (at this point) into an Escalade while pulling out, and drove about 2mph off the base. I hate this fucking state and everything it represents!!!!

My injury is compounded with insult, for I know in my heart that my days with go-fast cars are over for a long, long time. Starting a business when I get back, and despite many attempts by Dan to disuade me from procreating , kids may be on the horizon soon. I don't think there'll be any room for another DSM in my garage. Why couldn't this thing have broken down before I left town?

At least I made some friends, and got to meet a lot of cool people (including a long-awaited reunion with Natedogg). I have never met so many people that are so willing to help someone out. I'm planning on hanging around for a while to offer help to others, and see what happens on the site. Much thanks to Marcus who started me on this ride. Have a better day than me (seriously, someone needs to have a suck-free day).