Ok. The day started out as planned. Get to work, turn on computer, spend all day on SDMB. Check. Go home. Check. Observer thigh high weeds. Check. Borrow lawnmower from friend. Check. Kind of. The lawnmower fit well in the back of my Xterra with the handle(?) broken down. Never mind when I took off that it would roll back and explode my rear windshield. 
At least it’s May. I haven’t the money to fix it now. Solution? Go to the Mauldin Pub and waste money. At least I beat a dude in a game of pool for a Crown and Coke. That’s good because it would be hard to sleep thinking that any fairies would be able to sneak into my truck via the non-existant windshield.
I am going to be embarrased tomorrow when I read this but I don’t care. “Hi, my name’s Bruce_Daddy and I’m an alcoholic.” Carpe diem and all that shit. I’ve got a sun roof out the back. At least it’s not the “Blue screen of day-uth”.
PssTuck. That’s the sound of a Bud Light (Americanpissbeerkeepyourcommentstoyourself)
and cheers. (I said cheers like I’m fucking english or something)
I win the prize for hitting [backspace] the most times in a post. It would have been funny if I had left the errors in.
Buenos noches.