How this happened is rather a long story. Let's just say there was a lamp-post, and a concrete garbage can. Was, because they suffered sudden, catastrophic failure when introduced rather rudely to my truck.
"Hello lamp-post,
What cha knowin'?"
This is the aftermath vis-à-vis y truck. The other parties faired less well and are now more or less expensive land fill, but alas I seem to have no photographic evidence.
There was absolutely no intoxicant involved in this. I swear. Unless you count Hunnid Racks.
Damn it's been a day. A friend of mine had a blow out on the highway today. One of my employees was leaking oil all over- luckily it was a burst hose rather than an engine block.
Be safe. Travel incognito.
I've heard Batman band-aids come in handy for this and all sorts of emergencies.
There seems to be a surprising lack of damage to the truck. Seriously! (I tangled with a concrete division pole once and killed huge amounts of the Beast.) Yours appears to be at home with not a huge amount of damage. I assume you are OK.
There's lots of unpronounceable chemicals in those things. But it is, at the heart, legal speed. Watch your heart rate and blood pressure on it, hon.
Ouch. Big band-aid for big truck. That sure does mess up one's day...
Carnage... You like the thought of blood. Even with a truck. Such a "Bad Man!" But it cracked me up. I too, hope that everyone was ok.
Oh Noe!
That's so sad that I think you should go and watch Stranger Than Fiction at least once to ogle Maggie.
Happy blogiversary! I'm almost finished reading through your archives and am *sniff* a little sad that there won't be anything left to read...until the next post, anyway!!
Thanks, krs10!
I keep trying to write more but it's been a hard slog. My muse is on strike with the Writers Guild. Yer a fuckin' peach, though!