Wednesday, October 25, 2006


I left work at 6pm today and I was only on the road for a few moments when I heard a strange noise coming from the back passenger side tire. It could only be one of two things: My tire was very deflated or completely flat. Dang!

I filled it up with air at a 76 station on Valley in Alhambra...when I noticed the numbers on my odometer. Crazy...they were all the number 6!

(That is the true mileage on my car by the way...I totally scored a 'low mileage' 10 year old car!)


The Yepiz Zone said...

*Twighlight Zone Theme*

LOL! It's all good baby. We have kicked the devil's rear end through Jesus!

Keith (Qoheleth) said...

You should consider having an exorcism performed on your odometer. Check with your insurance company first, though, because they will probably require at least two written estimates for the ritual before it is performed.

I mean, exorcisms aren't cheap! It could drive up your car insurance rates. Linda Blair didn't pay the bill for hers, and she got repossessed.

You think I'm joking? Where do you think that talking gecko comes from? Just because this one has that charming accent and still has his hands and feet so he doesn't have to slither around on his belly for the rest of his days yet, is no reason to trust him.

Don't say you weren't warned...

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