Paint vs Sex
Background: My car is in the shop getting painted, so I’ve been either on my bicycle or driving a V8 ford truck. From a skype exchange this afternoon:
[16:41:34] tekhedd: Is it happy hour yet?
[16:42:12] I’m really done. Having a hard drive fail the night before a customer visit sucked. Well, fail… anyway. Not the point.
[16:45:04] <friend>: Have a beer for me too!
[16:45:51] tekhedd: Will do. Think I’ll ride ye bike down to maya cove.
[16:45:57] Plus side: save on gas money.
[16:46:04] Minus side: no excuse not to get totally trolleyed.
[16:46:09] <friend>: Ahh!
[16:46:14] tekhedd: heh
[16:46:38] But hell, if I sell the xbox tomorrow (I now have 5!!! potential buyers in the queue) I will have just enough money to get the car back. No gas money.
[16:46:57] $4000? I could buy a second car for that. Or a roomful of hookers.
(Ewwwwww! On second thought, maybe I’ll just get the car back.)
