The way things have been going
+
Flat tire on the xB
=
Death to anyone who gets between me and beer tonight.
And it won’t be 80 calorie Rolling Rock light, dammit.
Off to WalMart (which is always such a peaceful place on Saturday) to get the tire patched.
Fubberpusch . That’s my favorite non-curse curse word.
Fubberpusch.
