The Illusionist

fuckfuckfuckfuck

Driving home from Casa de Bruno, traveling on 94. Smelling a funny burndedy smell.

Ruh-roh.

Bang.

Ruh-roh.

Temperature gauge starts climbing. Battery light comes on.

Ruh-roh.

Steering becomes an issue.

(say it with me now)

Ruh-roh.

Made it home in one piece. Open up the hood. Serpentine belt is shredded, looks like the idler pulley seized again.

I know what I'll be doing tomorrow.

On a good note, my third attempt at the heart was successful.

Oh, for the love of pete...

And I have a personal stake in this little number.

The crap that gets reported about this is just unreal.

WTF?!? Saggy old man?!?

So today is the first day that I start injecting myself with Gila Monster Spit. And you have a front-row seat. Gather round little chitluns, if'n you wanna hear the tale as I stick myself with a 31G needle for the first time in what should become a long run.

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I'm a go work on the truck now.

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More insight on Uwe Boll.

On the inside, I'm lauging my ass off.

Meatloaf Aday?

Just watched the trailer for Bloodrayne. I think I shall now go stab myself in the liver.

Went for a nap. Ended up sleeping most of the afternoon. I suppose I needed the sleep, but I wasn't prepared for quite such a chunk out of the day.

You are the leakest wink.

Nerf gas?