Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Dirty Liar

OK, I am a liar. A fink, a rotter. I promised a new Naked Lunch Special by today. Ain't gonna happen. I will get back to it, but this month has been an amazing series of big huge pains in the ass. I'm not one of those guys who blogs about every little bad thing that happens to them expecting the world to throw a big pity party. I accept every bad thing that happens to me as payback for all the bad seeds I have sown. If you don't like it... tough... neither do I.

Saturday, January 21, 2006

No Cheating

I'm Posting my score in comments. Go, play before you look, then tell me how you did. I bet I've got some pretty smart readers. And no, I haven't looked up the answers yet, because I still want to get the last few myself if I can.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Trailer Trash

Soooo... My boss at work had this WW box trailer. 14 footer. It got stolen. Four years ago. He had only had it a month or so and "poof" it was gone. Well, after the hurricane in Loseranna, a lot of contractors headed east from Texas to make a few quik bucks. One of them got pulled over in Seguin off I-10. He was pulling my boss's stolen trailer.
Long story short I got detailed to go pick it up from the cops down there since Seguin is only an hour and a half south of Austin. So I got all the paperwork and went to the impound yard to get it. The previous "owner" had made some modifications. My light hookup won't fit the trailer's. Great. So I hook up and get to the gate of the lot and I'm stopped so they can take off the old plates. No tags, no lights. Now, I'm shooting the shit with the cop and he politely points out that my regestration sticker is out. I tell him I'll get it fixed and I take off.

I'm rolling along I-35 basicly driving a brick with wheels (my Jeep), hauling a stolen 14' box trailer that's WAY to big for it, no lights, no tags, with an expired registration when I look over and see an shiny black unmarked Crown Vic. The cop inside is eyeballing me, with my bushy goatee, my black leather biker jacket and dark sunglasses. I'm trying not to pay any attention to him, but I see him reaching for the lights. I'm sweating like Mike Tyson at a spelling bee.

Out of nowhere this gold Mercedes zips by me on the right and disappears over the hill. The lights on the Crown Vic pop on and he is off and gone.

I kept right on driving.


Friday, January 13, 2006

Friday The 13th

Next week has got to be better. Got to be. (sigh)

Thursday, January 12, 2006


...It's just not enough to be the biggest dog in the yard.

My Life

Saturday, January 07, 2006

New Naked Lunch Update

I know, I know, I finally got a popular segment of my blog and I can't keep up with it. Sorry, but I am back on the seven day workweek plan. I get 15 minutes for lunch... If I'm lucky... and since I am a salesman that means no booze and I'm too far away from the strip joints to get there and back in time, much less eat. Joy of Austin is still next on the list, but I'm not sure when I'll get around to it. So, have patience good readers. I'll have a new review up before the end of the month.

I promise.