That's why you roll down the windows first and tie the top of the frame to the top of the garage door opener struts with rope, dur.
http://www.eastwood.com/e-z-rest-door-hanger.html I made mine for much cheaper, works awesome, no more fighting doors when changing pins and bushings.
You know when a story begins like this it's probably going to get a bit weird when the headline is: Fidel Lopez Says He Killed Girlfriend After She Screamed Ex's Name During Sex But I did not see this line coming: Yikes. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry...der_56014d65e4b08820d91a0996?utm_hp_ref=crime
Welp, "Happy Birthday" has been legally ruled public domain and the publishers can finally go fuck themselves. Does this mean those poor saps dressed like assholes will sing less annoying shit in all of those terrible restaurants?
I dunno. When I was a waitress we sang equally obnoxious "alternate versions" of Happy Birthday in other languages. Well some people sang. I stood in the back and pretended to sing.
In case anyone missed it (I did), Joan Jett's birthday was on the 22nd. Joan Jett is one of my favorite rock stars of all time, and one of the only performers whose pussy I would eat after a concert, after she'd been wearing leather pants. I know that she's a lesbian, but goddammit, a man can dream.
Years ago I had a girlfriend that looked like Joan Jett, a very carefully cultivated look. She too, turned out to be a lesbian who ended up with a girl who looked like....wait for it...Joan Jett.
So I'm downstairs considering a nap when, from upstairs, I hear the husband shout down "hey babe, come up here and look at this kid's asshole". Nothing good can come of this.
I am going to see Styx, Tesla and Def Leppard tonight and I am strangely excited, probably because it is hotter than shit and there will be very scantily glad blonde coked up cougars in abundance. Why does thou vex me so much kryptonite?
I am going to see Bill Burr tonight! I haven't seen him since he came to my college back in 2005 or something. I am so fucking excited about it.
Good God. Someone burped their ostomy bag while I was in the room today, and I'm still on the verge of hurling. Usually I'm not around when a nurse swings by and does this, but oh no. Not this time. I just had to be there. Imagine the funk of a dirty diaper after being closed in a tomb for 1000 years. That's like a drop in the bucket compared to this shit. I can still smell it. Djwisksbdidn
Good lord, all he needs is jean shorts, a buzz cut, and a Dunkin Donuts iced coffee to complete the stereotype. Ironically he's probably not even from Boston. That accent sounds more North Shore than anything.