well slap my ass and call me nancy

before you go freaking out, just think, it's more hygienic than a hand shake. Things are looking up in the car world, my truck is now back on the road, the bronco didn't go tits up Friday, and I didn't even break anything while working on the truck. I'm giving up on the vic, it's gone, and I'm gonna miss that car. It was entertaining to so many people, and a beast on the open roads, but I'm done funneling cash down the gaping maw of ford engineering. I need to cut the grass, but I had a dream last night that suggested otherwise....hey! who are you to argue with my dreams? No point here, just a pic of me eating raw oysters. Until the next fat rant.