In high school, it took for ever to fall asleep. Midnight cable TV channel ran reruns of Magnum PI, then Star Trek TNG, then Quantum Leap.
I normally dozed off at 230 am during Quantum Leap before 8am Physics class.
I think it would be cool to build a giant shop and put one of those giant 5th wheel mansion trailers inside. There would still be room for all of your trucks and gators and other country toys. Roll out some astroturf and make a little indoor yard. Throw in a bar and bandstand and your having a real good time.
I nearly got into a fight at HEB over a cart. Well almost.
Buff bro and his chick left a cart short of the corral. Priscilla and I are walking by as this happens.
I grab the cart and say “don’t worry about it, I got bro”
Buff bro turns around and asks if if I have a problem.
Priscilla realizes this is one of those things that will escalate quickly.
I just keep pushing the cart and don’t look back.
Priscilla does the talking for me.
“He’s got it. He’s putting it back for you.”
then a little shit talking that I ignore.
Priscilla: “he’s got it’s fine. Don’t mess with him.
If you’re old enough to be on this site…
and you haven’t fucked a girl named Jenny….
I don’t know what to tell ya.
I have a nascar story, but this isn’t the right thread.
My buddy had a saying.
It’s better to burn out than rust out.
He was the dude that died in a plane crash years back. It was on the other site. The turbo prop plane with a longhorn on the vertical stabilizer. RIP amigo.