When your wife gets a phone call and asks if you have a tire iron and you say yes,  [BLEEP], I’m off all next week.  I’m already 7 16oz beers in.  Now I’m loading up a tire iron, floor Jack and flashlights to help her cousin with a flat.  She’s older cousin but pretty damn hot.  Whatever.  I’ll do what I have to.  Just stop by the gas station on the way home to replenish my beer. 

Technically, her cousin called to as if I had a “4-way”. Perhaps there is fun in my future, pretty sure she meant tire iron though.

Either way, I’m going having fun with this. I’m up for the spontaneous task.  But will be giving them [BLEEP]. Now I know next time to just say “no I don’t have that too-hickey”

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