- Location
- Hainesville IL
You slut5 Guys for lunch
*waitin for jokes*
You slut5 Guys for lunch
*waitin for jokes*
Not raining here. Yet.
My Eta is about 25 minutes.Not raining here. Yet.
Word. Pull down the driveway like last timeMy Eta is about 25 minutes.
You haven't asked me for access.
Yes I did, dad
That's cuz YOU ALL DRAMAI never needed that kind of drama in my life.
Longer day is longer
I call bologna. "BOLOGNA!" I say.
Bologna doesn't answer.
So I call bologna again.
"BOLOGNAAA" I say.
Bologna doesn't answer.
So now I'm pretty hecking worried.
I print out flyers looking for anyone who may have seen or heard from bologna.
One guy tells me he may have seen bologna hitching out on 63 by the smoke shop, so I call them up.
"You seen my bologna up there?" I say.
"No." is all he tells me.
I hang up and call the local PD.
"You guys seen my bologna?" I ask the chief.
Chief says "Lemme check the holding cell." and puts down the receiver.
Couple minutes later he comes back and says, he says "Sorry son, there ain't no bologna here."
"Thanks chief" I says, and hang up.
Heartbroken, I head to the local pub to drown my sorrows in cheap beers and the clacking of the billiards.
I swing open the door, order a Bud and a shot of Jager, and take my usual spot at the bar.
Barkeep brings my drinks and asks what's weighing me down.
"Oh, just...missing someone" I say not wanting to get into details.
I down my shot and wash it down with half my beer, then order refills of each.
This goes on for an hour and a half, and the barkeep fetches me a sandwich.
"On the house, bub" he says as he slides it across the bar. I take a chip, wave it in his direction as I slur a "thanks pal" at him, then crunch down on the chip.
I pick up the sandwich and start to raise it to my mouth when the smell hits me.
Bologna.
Quivering, I peel back the stale bread and plasitc-like cheese.
The contents of my gut rush my throat as my head starts pounding.
Bologna. Cut thick, 4 big slabs, all dolled up in yellow mustard.
I pass out and fall backward off the stool.
One of the regulars pours the last of my beer on my face until I come to.
"Easy there fella, come on, sit up" he says as he lifts me to my feet.
I plop down on the stool and reexamine the contents of my plate.
"Bol...bologna..." I mutter.
"Yeah uh, we all uh, we all thought you knew" says the barkeep with a wince.
Might help if you call him by his first nameI raise my eyes to his as a tear runs down my cheek.
I slip him a fistful of bills and head towards the door, clanging the cowbell on my way out.
I head home, crawl into bed, and sleep.
Deep, dark, hollow sleep.
I havent driven mine today but i hope the same thing happenscleared the P0430 code this am and have been driving the majority of the day and nothing could the ECM have had a brain fart with the o2 sensor?
Might help if you call him by his first name
gimmie my pics you smelly poo poo man!Did chest today....gonna hurt tomorrow
@Prime I'm having trouble uploading pics again. 2.41mb says it's too big to upload
Lol seriously you slackergobble damn it Tay, why didn't I think of that?
Ill put them on my computer when i get home and trygimmie my pics you smelly poo poo man!
aight cuzIll put them on my computer when i get home and try
Its gonna take a bit but ill post a link when theyre upaight cuz