Fuck Mondays.

I ended the weekend by backing my car into the winch of a Jeep. You see, I was backing up, saw that I had some distance between my car and the Jeeps bumper, did not take into account that a winch (unseeable through my mirrors) was jutting out 8 inches from the center of the bumper. Bummer. Not bad, just pisses me off.

Here's a picture from the JGFC pub crawl:

Think I need to lay off of the tanning a bit?

I've gotta go make up some work. Peace, fuckers.

goochout.