|Hey, my HEAD is stuck in here--Heloooo? HELLLLP!|
This morning I questioned him with "Wuz up, Dude?" (I try to be 'with the times' and find I am 25 years behind, no matter what--grin!) So...I asked again:
"Wuz up, Dude?", and he responded.
Well my car won't start.
Will the engine run, though?
Dummy, if it won't start, HOW can it 'GO'?"
Why will it not start? (I'm asking this as if I should be able to help--ME, a volin player. HA!)
I blew a head gasket.
Get a new gasket...
It cost $2000.
Oh! And the truck only worth about $500?
How did head blow? Did your engine ever run 'hot'?
Yeah, it overheated many times
Me, thinking: (So now I know who is the 'dummy', and it ain't ME!)
So why are you working feverishly (foolishly, ha!) on this piece of junk?
I'm just tinkering--it needs a new engine. I am going to 'junk' it, give it to whoever will haul it away.
I still ask you--why do you keep working on a dead corpse? Thinking it will come alive?
NO! And that's a good question!
And so I got on my Burgman Scooter--which never fails me, because I do not let it overheat!!!--
and rode happily away. While riding, thinking, about the foibles of us men.
Our behavior is like little boys...yes.
Is THAT one of those 'other' things girls 'see' in us, what they LOVE about us?
Listen now to me...I'm sounding like a little boy. And I am a SOBER little boy! In the body of a man who is young no more, except in his head--grin!
And yet...there is still time for everything, EVERYTHING!
THIS JUST IN:
Monday will be a conclusion to this post--a "Part II" which I did not foresee while writing this. Thanks for reading, and PEACE, Peeps!
(I hope you all realize that "Peeps" means very VERY special people to me.)
"Mechanic Swallowed" by peirrin
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