I finally made my beer run.
The car?
The hood latch worked fine on Saturday morning. This allowed me to diagnose the problem in the light of day. The battery was not dead. The cable was just loose.
Dumb ass.
The move?
I got done sometime on Sunday afternoon. Now the old place is clean, and the new one is a mess.
Lazy ass.
I have DSL service, but can’t find my old modem. I think I chucked it into the dumpster last year in a fit of rage. I need to get one soon because I’ve gone back to old Playboy mags to get my naked fix.
Sick ass.
A lot of people will say betting on the Pro Bowl is an indication you might have a gambling problem. Others will say the same thing about placing a bet on the NFL preseason schedule.
I think there are more tell-tell signs of a potential problem.
I know a guy that spent an entire Saturday a few years ago playing the ponies and betting sports on a gambling website.
When the games were winding down at night, he went into the online casino and played Roulette and cards for a few more hours.
And is if that wasn’t enough action, he bet the remaining balance in his account on an English Premiere soccer match before he went to bed.
He said the game would be over by the time he woke up the next morning. And he couldn’t wait to check the score.
Now, that guy might have a gambling problem.
Stupid Aston Villa.
I’m coming out of my cage. And I’ve been doing just fine.