Remember That Time...

So we’ve all got em.  You know, the stories you and your friends sit around laffin your asses off about when you relive the good old days.  Yep those.  Well, I’ve been making a few too many new ones lately.  For instance…
I recently won the record for getting the Jeep stuck four times when I was muddin at a jeep party on labor day weekend.  Apparently Annie doesn’t follow directions well and doesn’t learn from her mistakes, but who’s counting.  This damn tree also jumped out in front of me that weekend and took out my right front fender which got me in lots of trouble with the wifey.  So much that I’m getting new metal fenders for the Jeep now.  And you just thought I was a stupid girl.
I have a new moonshine story where for some reason I stopped remembering people’s names.  They do say that shit kills brain cells and well, I’m dranking and you shouldn’t judge me anyway cuz I have to drive my razor scooter later, right? And yes, I meant to spell it “dranking” for effect.  It worked, didn’t it?
I must say tho I did miss out on an epic “Remember when…” on Labor Day when I got my foot stuck in the mud tryna get Annie out and didn’t fall flat on my face.  See what happens when you don’t drink and drive?  I’m really kicking myself in the ass for that one cuz it would have been one for the ages.
My Jeep has taken the brunt of most of these new stories and is pretty mad at me which is evidenced by her lack of enthusiasm in making her winch work when I need it most and losing body parts. I now have been told I have to repair her out of my allowance which doesn’t go very far so now I gotta be all careful and shit.  Uh yah, you fell for that.  I just managed to get new metal fenders for ripping off the old ones.  I’m shaking my head at you right now.

So go out and make as many new remember whens as you can.  I do.  It’s a rough life but someone has to live it.  Peace out homies.  

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