here's a little poem i wrote tonight while waiting for triple a to show up to jump start chuckles, the happy weenmobile clown car of doom:

some people love meth,
some people dig pot.
my drug of choice is leavin my lights on
and getting stranded in the parking lot.

*****

you gotta love the triple a. you just gotta. and you also gotta love cars that aren't considerate enough to yell "HEY FUCKWAD, YOU LEFT YOUR LIGHTS ON YOU DIPSHIT!!!" as you get out of the car and proceed to wander around in target for an hour and a half just looking around, not really buying anything important except for a couple of naughty naughty pets to give hailey and jake for easter.