whiskerbiscuit

So my truck decided to start acting up a week ago. I've been driving around in my dads low rider chevy until I can afford the parts I need to fix it. Its not really a low rider, but its dropped so low it might as well be. I never really understood why people drop trucks. I've always found it to be somewhat asinine (Just had to spell check that shit because it looks a little foolish all spelled out properly ). Anyways, I need to drop the drive line and change the universal joints as well as the rear axle seal. While I'm at it I'll probably replace the studs that discount tire so thoughtfully stripped a while back. Ah, and now that I think about it, the spark plugs need to be changed too, all 16 of them. Yes, 16.

I've been having this really strange sensation while driving around in my dads truck. I'm not sure, but I think they call it....... gangster.




I keep forgetting that my birthday is in 5 days. The fact that I keep forgetting kinda speaks volumes about how much I care I think I might treat myself to these wicked awesome Crowns