FUCK!!
I just spent 13 days straight, 10 hours each, busting arse in a beautiful burner shop working on the truck, trailer and disability golfcart, all so rad and ready to go, then 300 feet from my house, the shifter on the steering column broke off in my hand!! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck....waiting for a fucking part!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck sunday's, the parts stores are closed=major delay!!, fuck slow shipping! fuck false prophets, Fuck weak aluminum parts!
Luckily the tow truck driver was cool, a burngin and he towed me to the fucking house, (against the AAA rules apparently, pft) he's been helpful giving rides and assisting with the repair, my mind is numb/blown/frazzled...slowy packing, zombie mode...fucking part better arrive manana or I'm gonna melt down.
yea sail man, I'm outta here.
MA if you can find me (grai and MDF will know where I end up) the golfcart seats four, life has a fucking way of working out, I said 10 months ago I'd have a scary looking ride, and I do! It even has shark teeth, among a fuckton of LEDs and etc etc etc....you're more than welcome to go for a cruise with we gimps
Where's my fucking part???!!! gah!!
I'm the MAN in a truck, burner who is stuck, you're in luck! I'll whip out my BIG tow chain and not charge you, not even one lousy buck!