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).

[The Iron Goat]

Anyone know of a remedy to a wife that is threatening to slice certain parts of your body off with a dull pair of scissors if you decide to ever get a DSM again? I seem to have come down with a bad case of that lately.

Pressing onward, I will definitely give you guys a call when I get back into town. We could even set up a welcome home Joe party (WHJP to the layperson) for when I roll back into my Gotham in a much less apt batmobile. Catching up, eating food, drinking drinks, hitting on your friends' wives (and dogs). It'll be great.

I just can't wait to leave Texas. My roomate just tore ligaments in his ankle, and he's quite the fussy bitch about it. I thought he was a woman before his injury, but DAMN! One of those guys that can't just sit there and shut the hell up. I had to come to the library and check this thread because he was sitting there watching - I shit you not- Oprah. Mother of God. At any rate I'll be rid of him in Little Rock. Hells yeah to my own room and a full week of visiting from the wife!!