The Math of Frustration

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.

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