Who wants to play the game of "Guess how Biohazard got this dent in his fender"? Winner gets a high five.
Oh, and I had another *****y day.
This time, my rear tire went flat as I took a turn, causing me to slide towards the curb right at someone, but luckily I'm decent at drifting and managed to save that.
After fixing the tire, on my way to my friends house, my radiator decides to go FUBAR on me and blow white smoke everywhere. Guess what I did this morning? That's right, worked on the radiator. So yeah, I get home with my friend and we hang out for a while. I figured my dad would let me use his car to take my friend home. Wrong. It's not his problem, he says. It's my fault my cars a complete piece, he says. So yeah, that lead to some frustration. And by some, I mean a lot. I doubt he's going to let me use his car to go to Omaha now, and that means I probably can't see my girlfriend like I was planning to on Wednesday. Snafu for Biohazard.
This concludes my broadcast day. I'm going to bed before I tear someones jugular out.