Ya got mine back in the eighties from my get high buddy that owned an auto parts store. Carburetor weight gage to know if your floats were saturated or had a hole in them.
I haven't had such a reaction since around 90-91 when looking for my farm. I went to look at this really nice property with no home, but some very nice sites and and a very nice lake could be built quite easily. I instantly liked it and could see the possibilities as I walked the property. It was hot and humid summer, much as it is now.
I finish looking things over and go back to my Bronco. I rub my shirt instinctually as to brush something off my shirt. That was my chest around my chesthair itching it's ass off. I blow it off and write down my notes on the place and the Bronco to cool down. Damn! My legs are itching. I'm blinking hard to wet my eyes. I look at my eyes in the mirror and my eyes looked like Dracula's just before he bites the neck of some young virgin.
I took a swig of my ice water and it was a little difficult to swallow. I realize what's happening and I need to do something now. I had JUST replaced the pen I kept in the glove box on top. I hit it in my thigh. I hate that shit, but I guess I'd love it if I was further along.
I think the tests showed it was a blue grass of some sort. The Realtor said there were sections of land out the with that grass on them. I would have bought that place for sure. That was before I found my farm. I'm glad I had the reaction.
A fine example of a life 'twisting' moment.
Mine did their orgy over 6 weeks ago. The parking lot in front of my shop was yellow. My Crown Vic was in the shop, but the door was cracked for the cars. Still got all over it!!!!
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