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As far as I can tell, my personality and sense of humor are an acquired taste. This usually does not work out too well for me while out and about meeting girls at the bars. It does work out well, however, when I want to share part of my exciting life with you, my people. So with all this in mind, I give you How Not To Meet Women: Part I.
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Location: Atkins Park – VA Highlands
People Angry: 2 out of 3 (66.67%)
Who I was rolling with: Robert

So, this girl tried to blame me for spilling her drink last night. This was totally possible because I may have inherited the spill-liquid-in-a-glass gene from my dad. It turns out that she really was the one that spilled her own drink, but did not want to be ‘that drunk girl’ at the bar. I was more than happy to accept the blame for the spillage since she was pretty cute and it also opened the lines of communication. We continued to talk for a bit and for some reason I learned that she only drinks twice a month. So, naturally, I asked if that was because she needed to wait on her welfare check. If I’ve learned anything from Bone Thugs-n-Harmony in my life, it is that you get checks on the first and the fifteenth, or twice a month. Her response was that she was not on welfare and her feisty, unattractive friend called me a ‘dork’.

Here is where Robert stepped in and salvaged our newly found relationship. By the end of the evening they had invited us to venture down to their next stop, but we declined (only one cute out of the 3, and Robert & I don’t like to fight). We ended up at the Majestic instead which was probably better for us in the long run.
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There you have it. The inaugural entry. Anyway, I’m sure that there will be more to come and this may become a permanent feature at my great site. As a side note, I am going out again tonight so there may even be another report tomorrow.

I’ve officially hit 1,000 hits. Woopy! Thanks to all those that have stumbled upon my site and never came back. You guys rock!

Around 8 months ago I happened to shatter the glass on the passenger side mirror on my 2000 Honda Accord. Instead of spending ~$80 for an entire new mirror shell-thing that needed to be painted, I opted to just replace the glass piece. The problem here was that no local stores seemed to carry the right glass piece for my car. ‘Hmmm… thats weird’, I thought. Everyone and their mother drives a Honda Accord. So, naturally, I ventured online to find this piece. I ran into problems here to. I was able to place an order with one online merchant that was later canceled because they no longer stocked the part.

Finally, I came across a fine site called www.rockauto.com. Here I found the needed part and at a super low price ($8.00). They also accept Paypal for payment, a huge plus as far as I am concerned.

Anyway, like I said, that was nearly 8 months ago. Well, today I received a Christmas (or Holiday, if you prefer) mailing via the snail-mail that contained their best wishes and a RockAuto magnet. I thought this was a nice touch.

So, for all of your car care needs, please see the fine folks at www.rockauto.com. Especially if you enjoy great service, easy payment, and quick delivery.

If I can feel the wind chill factor, why can’t the thermometer?

I am a big fan of cooking and eating. But, I hate doing the dishes. Tonight, I have a new reason to hate it. Apparently in the enormous stack of dishes and glasses and forks and things that was in my sink, there was a nice sized shard of glass that I happened to slice the hell out of my finger on. Yeah. It sucked and bled for a long time. Now I can’t move my finger and typing is weird.