Little did I know when on route for work the smorning after refuelling my car with my last $15 that I was going to be harassed all day by a morbidly corpulent man, no, I shall correct myself, MEN. I am no shit-kicker, an nor shall I ever be. Yet this enormous creature attempts to insult myself for A: not know what screws to get for something I did not even know about and B: not knowing what length of screw to get. Well Mr. I have no ankles and undoubtedly have not caught a glimpse of my penis in several years, I do not need to waste memory space with such insignificant information.
On a lighter note, watching sheep launch themself from the back of a semi-trailer only to crash into fences and jam themself up against each other in narrow openings is quite possibly the most uproarious and enjoyable thing I have ever witnessed. Huzzah for said sheep and their attempt to lighten my day up a tad.
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