Today was like any other day, I guess, at least one where I kicked my puppy out of the way on my way to the tiolet. He yelped pretty good, he did, but when a beefy beer drinking man like me wakes up from a night of cheap beer drinking and a black out, he's gotta piss, you know what I mean?
I dressed appropriately for the business day with my shredded black t-shirt and parachute pants, a matching skull printed headband and even though it was overcast outside with rain clouds, a bright yellow pair of fat Oakley sunglasses.
My Chevy 4x4 with the axle lift kit started right up, but I drove over something as I backed away from the house. I didn't see anything at first, but removed my sunglasses only to see my neighbor, Mrs. Weinstein holding a leash attached to some sort of red grease spot at the bottom of my driveway.
In any c...