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Okay, I was at a bar with Matlidaben, BMarkey and Science Girl when all my acting buddies started troopin' in. Evidently one of them was having his 40th there and I got the date wrong. Apologies made, pints drank, much love was had.
Sunday, however, was a loss from recuperation and porcelain negotiation.
The monsters under my bed requested fresh kills, but I brought them croissants and o.j., and they were okay with that. Now they have opinions on getting a bedskirt.
So I had the puck and I passed it to Lou and outta nowhere jrossi4r cross-checks me, see, but the refs don't notice because Lou shot it off the pipe into the stands, and I skate over to the bench holding my guts in, but no blood no foul, eh? So a little later I went in with my line but coach took me out 'cause there was something wrong with my skating and I spent the third period with the trainers. Okay so after the game, which we lost but no big deal, we play a new season every year, eh? After the game coach takes us to Sparkys and I had a good steak frites but I'm still feelin' rung up from the cross-check, and I go to the crapper, y'know? And it's like kool-aid in there with the crap, so I'm wondering, can I take this to the league or the players union, cause there's definitely blood and there was definitely a foul, and jrossi4r better have eyes on the back of his head next year, eh? You skate like a sissy anyway and you'd a never hit me fair.
Okay, so you're out there on the ice in a helmet, how am I supposed to know? I mean, half the guys on my team have mullets anyway. You cross-check like a girl, though. I should go to the league and get you fined.
In this day and age, a goon-squad hockey player's got his hands full keeping his own sex straight, how am I supposed to remember everyone else's? Is the "4" some sort of indicator?
(Maybe I should rely on my memory and me reading comprehension. Sorry, jrossi4r.)
So at 6:00am I am reading Craig's list Seattle for trailers and tools. There is a 12" Sears drill press for $50 in downtown Seattle. I'm 100 miles out. I email, they still have it. I phone - things get complicated and the buy is arranged. I get my pal Tip to ride shotgun to get me through the HOV lanes and the LandShip USS Indominable is launched for a fast cruise down I-5 for the pickup.
We arrive 1:40 later and the gals at the desk say "You got here quick" and "Like the wind!" We load up the plunder, pay off the holder and reverse course for Bellingham land. A brief stop for a steak lunch for two at Applebees in Lynnwood and back on the road.
Round trip 4:00 on the nose, including pickup and lunch. And the mad-scientist shop now has a high-capacity 16 speed 5/8" capacity drill press for $50 and two-thirds of a tank of gas. Wahoo!
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