Where has the right side of this web page gone?!, you’re asking yourself. It’s gone! It was there. For a while it was a random picture from the photo gallery, often bouncing inappropriately from a picture of my loving Grandmother to a picture of Joe buttfucking one of the American posse on New Year’s Eve. Then it was fake video of Shaun rear-ending a broad in a dark hotel room. And now it’s just that Frankenhooker bullshit from Calgary. It’s clear that, much like the odour in the front of my undies, things have gotten much worse here lately. I say let’s just be thankful things haven’t gone the way of the back of my undies where it’s a veritable tsunami of ass hair and pimple blood.
I’d like to take this post to celebrate the good people at Bill’s Toyota (I apologize to everyone who got here by Googling “pimple blood” and “Toyota”; my bad). Not once, not twice, but thrice they have put a smile upon my face by giving me some freeness. The first time was about 2 years ago when they replaced my odometer pro bono. Damn thing stopped at 299,999 km’s! They took care of it. Second time was about 7 weeks ago when my check engine light came on driving home from work and the tranny started shifting rough. Bam, free computer, again under “warranty” even though I was at about 430,000 km’s. Third time was last month. Damn locking lugnut key busted and I needed to replace ’em. Went over and said, “Hey. I need some nuts!” Dude disappeared, then came back and put 4 lugnuts into my hand and said, “Take ’em and run.” I took them and waddled out to the car with my usual shit-eating grin growing wider.
They’re good people. Go buy something from them. Well, anything except a Toyota. Damn, those things are overpriced!