So I been talking to this guy about buying his '85 GT roller for the past week. We agreed on a price last night and I was to pick it up this morning in Wachula, which is about an hour from my place. So I leave out this morning and fill up my neighbor's F-250 because that was the deal on him letting me borrow it seeing as my truck don't have a hitch on it anymore. I drive an hour all the way out there. Got to dude's house, no car's there. So I call him non-stop for 30 minute's and still no answer or call back. I pull threw his gate and such and there isn't even a Mustang back there. I get my buddy Adam to call him, still no answer or call back.

I coulda' been at work making the money I spent filling that twenty eight gallon tank!

Ever feel like someday's you just shouldn't have gotten outta' bed?