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Jul. 23rd, 2002
okay, would the wiseass please fess up?
Jul. 23rd, 2002 05:23 pmso...
i dropped boy off for his weekly appointment at the witch doctor... as i'm leaving the UVA grounds, i notice my ABS light is on.
odd, i think. my brakes were perfectly functional--not hard, loose, nor mushy.
so i decided to turn off and restart the car to reset the sensor.
stupid jos action no. 1:
NEVER do this at a busy intersection while waiting for the light to turn green.
naturally the car, which ran smoothly before this, WILL NOT START. the engine won't even turn over.
very odd.
so i run into the papa john's next door to ask to use the phone. i call AAA, they tell me they'll dispatch a tow truck right away because i'm blocking traffic, though they "officially" tell me it will be up to one hour.
when i get out, there's a very angry policewoman waiting to chew me out for abandoning the car. she said i should've waited for someone to stop to help.
hello. i'm not FROM around here. i have a car with nice little rainbows in the back window, along with a bobby-headed skull. i wasn't about to wait for some good-natured soul to stop, because in DC it wouldn't have happened. And *I* was taught to put on one's blinkers and run for a phone ASAP so that traffic could get cleared more quickly.
Anyhow, after 10 minutes, the tow truck arrived and he took me to the garage. garage promised to look at it tomorrow morning at the latest. garage gave me a ride to enterprise, which was out of cars. garage took me to another rental place which is CHEAPER than enterprise and, after some searching, found a car.
after picking up boy (half an hour late) and driving home, i miss my V6 engine. we have lots of hills between town and home, none too steep, but that car was straining. some tiny mistubishi with a model airplane size engine.
beggars can't be choosers...
boy took this all amazingly well. i told him that the lcoation sensor was malfunctioning and the car thought it was back in new jersey, so it broke down. boy just says we're amazingly lucky, especially this year. Our luck abounds.
anyhow, when we got home, there was a message from the garage... alternator. *sigh*
so, who was it? who put a hex on me?
Why do you use the old JuJu?
Why do you Rattle all them bones?
I'm telling you I'm not the one for you,
but still you thrown the stones.
YOU PUT A HEX ON ME
--Mortiis "You put a hex on me"r
i dropped boy off for his weekly appointment at the witch doctor... as i'm leaving the UVA grounds, i notice my ABS light is on.
odd, i think. my brakes were perfectly functional--not hard, loose, nor mushy.
so i decided to turn off and restart the car to reset the sensor.
stupid jos action no. 1:
NEVER do this at a busy intersection while waiting for the light to turn green.
naturally the car, which ran smoothly before this, WILL NOT START. the engine won't even turn over.
very odd.
so i run into the papa john's next door to ask to use the phone. i call AAA, they tell me they'll dispatch a tow truck right away because i'm blocking traffic, though they "officially" tell me it will be up to one hour.
when i get out, there's a very angry policewoman waiting to chew me out for abandoning the car. she said i should've waited for someone to stop to help.
hello. i'm not FROM around here. i have a car with nice little rainbows in the back window, along with a bobby-headed skull. i wasn't about to wait for some good-natured soul to stop, because in DC it wouldn't have happened. And *I* was taught to put on one's blinkers and run for a phone ASAP so that traffic could get cleared more quickly.
Anyhow, after 10 minutes, the tow truck arrived and he took me to the garage. garage promised to look at it tomorrow morning at the latest. garage gave me a ride to enterprise, which was out of cars. garage took me to another rental place which is CHEAPER than enterprise and, after some searching, found a car.
after picking up boy (half an hour late) and driving home, i miss my V6 engine. we have lots of hills between town and home, none too steep, but that car was straining. some tiny mistubishi with a model airplane size engine.
beggars can't be choosers...
boy took this all amazingly well. i told him that the lcoation sensor was malfunctioning and the car thought it was back in new jersey, so it broke down. boy just says we're amazingly lucky, especially this year. Our luck abounds.
anyhow, when we got home, there was a message from the garage... alternator. *sigh*
so, who was it? who put a hex on me?
Why do you use the old JuJu?
Why do you Rattle all them bones?
I'm telling you I'm not the one for you,
but still you thrown the stones.
YOU PUT A HEX ON ME
--Mortiis "You put a hex on me"r
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Jul. 23rd, 2002 07:16 pmMass Circumcision in Kabul
"'It takes about five to eight minutes to do each person,' an army doctor told Reuters. 'If you want, I would be happy to do you and your colleagues.'"
"'It takes about five to eight minutes to do each person,' an army doctor told Reuters. 'If you want, I would be happy to do you and your colleagues.'"
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Jul. 23rd, 2002 07:28 pmboy says he wasn't aware of this fetish...
Prized by people who like large, aggressive fish, a six-inch snakehead cost about $7 and eventually eat up to $8 worth of goldfish a day.
Prized by people who like large, aggressive fish, a six-inch snakehead cost about $7 and eventually eat up to $8 worth of goldfish a day.
about time i posted this...
Jul. 23rd, 2002 10:19 pmelle is being inundated with letters and email this week...
why?
well, they published a rather nasty story
why?
well, they published a rather nasty story