I was in the pet food place on Monday, that night I could have sworn I bought a pail of cat litter, but didn't come home with it. It bugged me all evening and I figured I'd go back Tuesday morning to see if I left it inside at the counter. So I come downstairs, figure I'll look at the receipt first... look it over, no cat litter. Then I remember putting it back on the shelf since it was non-scented. How is that for CRS?
Just remember that it could be worse! I don't know how, but it could be... Wait what? What was I saying... Oh well it's just as well I don't remember
https://chrlesvane.tumblr.com/post/629640258911354880/christopher-lloyd-as-jim-ignatowski-in-taxi It gets worse before it gets better!
I’m officially in the CRS club, out back today I was looking for iron in my pile. Off to the side I spot something under some stuff. TH350 short tail transmission. For the past 4 hours I’m trying to recall where and why I have it.
Thats nothing. We did the break in on my mom's 58. Changed the oil etc. Went to start it again about a week later. Had spark fuel just like yours, would not start... gas gauge said full. Still would not start got ready to Pull the gas tank to check sender. went to siphon fuel out of tank, found out tank was bone dry. Put fuel in the beast and she roared back to life.
Yep, 49 years ago, that's one you never forget. Did spend a couple hours yesterday looking for a brake spring I thought I took off my 60 Jeep wagon a couple days before. Finally remembered I took a picture of that side because I couldn't believe the horrible condition I'd let it get in. That's right, no spring on it. No idea where it went, but didn't look there'd been one there for a while.
I had CRS, thank God I don’t have that any more according to the doctor! But now he says I have CRAFT. That sounds way better when I tell people. It sounds, nicer and spells something. I like to spell things it’s fun. I also like to read. My parents and teachers have always said I was CRAFTY. Oh well, I’m going to bed now after I eat a bowl of cereal for breakfast. Good Night.
Where’s my damned meds at, and what the hell are you guys still doing here? GET OUT! Go to your fancy homes and your fancy kitchens with food. Me and the dog are going to settle down with our nice big bowls of Gravy Train. Go on! Git! I’ll come out to play tomorrow. Just think up a new game I’m tired of duck, duck, goose and hide and seek!
The Jalopy Journal
