In which I need to do some auto maintenance.
At a red light on Burlington, Brady pulled up beside me. We rolled our windows down.
Him: Hey Mush!
Me: Hey!
Him: Your right brake light is out.
Me: Oh fuck.
Him: Yeah, I thought you’d say that.
Me: Fuck! Hey, thanks, though.
Him: No problem! Have a good one.
Me: You too.
In other news, my nails really look like crap, which is totally unlike me:
Do you see that? I have dirt under my nails. Christ!
EW get a manicure PLEASE if not for yourself than think about the children (just kiddin’)
You are so right. Run away, everyone! Save yourselves! -m
my nails too, which is totally like me, tho.
Garden much?
Those vegetarians and their grubbing around for roots, bark, berries and the like. Stay out of my yard ya damn crazy kids!
At least you have nails. As soon as the ends get white, they get torn off. I’m so not metrosexual. You’re doing much better than I am.