Beer And Pork

So...today, I believe I may have reached the epitome of redneckdom. At 3 in the afternoon....I cracked open a cold beer. Ten minutes later, I decided that a pork chop sounded like a little piece of heaven....so I made one. Five minutes later, my first beer was gone and I went in for the second.

Please keep in mind that I have class in two hours....but don't worry, I'm not driving....I'm just going so I can sign the attendance sheet.

What started this mid day boozefest you ask? Chris's car. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I've been nothing but nice to it...I cleaned out the inside, I washed it, I ordered a new hubcap, I vacuumed it, I gave it a full tank of gas, and checked the check engine light when it came on. And what does that bitch do to me today? I'm cruising into my driveway after the carwash and fillup.....and all of a sudden....I notice smoke ROLLING out from under the motherfuckin hood. So I sit there perplexed for a few minutes and just watch....then when I get out to check it....it's the radiator hose...took a big ol' craparoo. So I call up the Zone...and have JoeJoe check on the hose for me...good, they've got one. But do I want to put it on? Nosir, I do not. So Joe is gonna come this way after work and put it on for me. This is certain to cause an uproar in the Newby/Hoffman relationship...because there is somewhat less than love between Joe and Chris...too bad. The car needs fixed, and while technically, I COULD do it....I don't want to...and I want it done now. now. So that's the way it's gonna be. And I suppose I'll deal with the aftermath later...ok....