so, after all my tough talk about going after my favorite redheaded bartender, and totally pussing out last nite, i found it thoroughly amusing that my horroscope in the onion (that very same nite) was:
"You talk a good game, but when the pressure's on, you'll fold like a cheap tent, breaking all the bones in your body that lack the articulation of a cheap tent's poles."
ouch.
and i got the cold-ish shoulder, anyway. i'm pretty sure it warn't gonna happen.
"You talk a good game, but when the pressure's on, you'll fold like a cheap tent, breaking all the bones in your body that lack the articulation of a cheap tent's poles."
ouch.
and i got the cold-ish shoulder, anyway. i'm pretty sure it warn't gonna happen.
yeah... the flu kind of consumed me but it finally spit me back out so I'll be game to do things again now
They mostly point forward, thatis aimed... right?
I did figure out what to do with the Blazer now... My M170 frame now has a drivetrain.