Arrggghhh! How do you spell hangover? Try soggy nachos and a coke. I did something last night I haven't done in a while. I lit the Brandy lamp. Right now I'm paying the price. Mistake number one last night was ordering Mexican food from the Jolly Burrito. Mistake number two was NOT eating any of it before I decided to have a few shots and listen to some music.
Now I'm sitting here, the damn Marine Layer is back so it's cold and gray outside, my squash and tomatoes are bitching about the lack of Sun and to top it all off it's supposed to rain tomorrow.
All this leads me back to the question; what do soggy nachos and a coke have to do with a hangover? I'm eating them right now, that's what. To add insult to injury I have to go out in about an hour and diagnose a starting problem on a Ford Escort. Oh well. That's life in the big city.
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Speaking of marine layer, you gotta work up that "stomach layer" before t.c.b.'n with the brandy.
I get the same way with Jagermeister from time to time. . .well, really all too often, but who gives a fuck. You can never wake up enough times face down in the flowerbed in the morning only to look around and see you burnt half the yard away with a bonfire the night before.
This story is total fabrication. I think. In the words of the great Ronald Reagan, "I don't recall."
Oh well. I recovered nicely after my medicine kicked in. Drinking actually lowers blood sugar believe it or not so I had a candy bar and took my glyburide. Diabetes sucks Donkey Dicks.
I had to replace a starter on the Escort I mentioned in my post. Not a tough job when you're standing up but a real bitch when you're doing it on the ground as I did.
Transverse engines aren't known for their being easy to work on in most cars. Not much room and pretty tough on my fifty-four year old shoulders when you gotta lay on your back to do work. There's gotta be an easier way to make a buck, even at my age.
You know, I truly pine for the cars of the 1960's. Open the hood and what did you see? Motor, carb, air breather, alternator, generator, radiator, the starter and a few hoses and wires.
My first car was a 1966 Mustang that I wish I still had. You could pop the hood and replace ANYTHING in about ten minutes.
I had a 98 Ford Ranger with a four cylinder engine that had 8 spark plugs. You had to be a rocket surgeon to be able to get the last plug closest to the firewall out of the freaking thing. There was so much plumbing and tubes. Utter nonsense. I gave that truck to my sister a few years ago and I guarantee you that the sole surviving plug is still in there from my failed tune-up attempt.
As for making more money, you're guess is as good as mine. I'm thinking about knocking up a few women and "gettin' me some of that welfare so I can go the the post office and clog up the line while I buy 27 money orders to pay my bills because I ain't puttin' 'MY' money in no bank."
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