A bit off topic with this, but here it goes anyhow.
Two years ago on Dec. 21st, while driving home from my in-laws house, my wife and I found a dead body on the side of the road in Tollson, Az. The man was shot twice in the head and dumped on the side of the road near a farm house. It turned out the man was a cab driver who had been working an extra shift in order to make more money for presents for his kids. While I’m sure this incident did not contribute to F***tard’s inability to find a cab, I thought there was a link here in a six degrees of separation kind of way.
A bit off topic with this, but here it goes anyhow.
Two years ago on Dec. 21st, while driving home from my in-laws house, my wife and I found a dead body on the side of the road in Tollson, Az. The man was shot twice in the head and dumped on the side of the road near a farm house. It turned out the man was a cab driver who had been working an extra shift in order to make more money for presents for his kids. While I’m sure this incident did not contribute to F***tard’s inability to find a cab, I thought there was a link here in a six degrees of separation kind of way.
Well, in keeping with that theme, the week after my wife and I moved into our current digs I found a dead guy on my doorstep. But he wasn’t a cabbie.
Jeez, don’t put that in the listing when you go to sell the house! Spacious kitchen, walk in closets and a dead guy on the front porch. “Hey honey, did you hear that? It comes with a dead guy on the front porch! The kids will love it! Where do we sign?”
Jeez, don’t put that in the listing when you go to sell the house! Spacious kitchen, walk in closets and a dead guy on the front porch. “Hey honey, did you hear that? It comes with a dead guy on the front porch! The kids will love it! Where do we sign?”
A bit off topic with this, but here it goes anyhow.
Two years ago on Dec. 21st, while driving home from my in-laws house, my wife and I found a dead body on the side of the road in Tollson, Az. The man was shot twice in the head and dumped on the side of the road near a farm house. It turned out the man was a cab driver who had been working an extra shift in order to make more money for presents for his kids. While I’m sure this incident did not contribute to F***tard’s inability to find a cab, I thought there was a link here in a six degrees of separation kind of way.
Well, in keeping with that theme, the week after my wife and I moved into our current digs I found a dead guy on my doorstep. But he wasn’t a cabbie.
That’s rough. At least we could chose an alternate route to avoid reliving the experience.
Just knowing Tinky is in the same city as I am again is unnerving.
Tinky left out what the scribes and photogs said after they realized it was him getting out of the car. How about:
“Oh, it’s just that MDF from the Sun-Times.”
“I didn’t know limos picked up guests at the Motel 6”
“What some guys won’t do to prove they aren’t just calling it from a basement in Vernon Hills.”
“There goes the neighborhood.”
“Where’s Paco?”
Tinky left out what the scribes and photogs said after they realized it was him getting out of the car. How about:
“Oh, it’s just that MDF from the Sun-Times.”
“I didn’t know limos picked up guests at the Motel 6”
“What some guys won’t do to prove they aren’t just calling it from a basement in Vernon Hills.”
“There goes the neighborhood.”
“Where’s Paco?”
