3/6/09

I think the Barbara end of the deal is totally out the window. That’s cool though because Kevin has said he’ll cut me a cheque this afternoon if I swing by on my way home. Now, the big question is: do I do the responsible thing or the “make John jealous” thing? The responsible thing would be to use the money to pay down my credit card. The “make John jealous” thing would be to buy the 10” barrel .50 caliber Dessert Eagle Mk XIX from a guy here at work. I've already sent him an e-mail about it and am awaiting a reply. Basically, I offered him $500.00 less than he’s asking to get the negotiations rolling. We’ll see what he has to say. Oh, I guess that means I'm going for the “make John jealous” thing after all. Well, not to worry, it could still fall through. I'll have to stop calling the PT92 ALS the “Pimp Gun” though because there ain’t nothin’ more Pimp than a Dessert Eagle. John had suggested Boris as a possible name for the Pimp Gun since it is a Taurus copy of a Beretta. The portmanteaux of Beretta and Taurus we came up with were “Teretta” and “Baurus” which, of course, sounds like “Boris” and therefore would be spelled thus. Then again, I could always call the Dessert Eagle “XIX” which would be pronounced “shish” or perhaps “ziz” or “zicks.” Pronouncing the “Mk” part “em-kay” would really torque John too. Well, not if he knew I was doing it as a “bit” though. [ No, it would still piss me off... - SM ] Yeah, calling it a Dessert Eagle Mk XIX, pronounced “duh-ZERT E-gul em-kay zicks” might just be the “bit” with that gun. Note also the subtle difference between “dessert,” pronounced “duh-ZERT” and “desert” pronounced “DEH-zert.” That’s just in case y'all were thinking I wasn’t spelling dessert that way on porpoise. I just had a thought, how friggin’ phallic is a 10” Dessert Eagle? Y'all might remember the dream I had the night after buying an AC Cobra kit car. I dreamt that I was in the bathroom peeing when I noticed I had two dicks. My thought in the dream was, “Hmm, that’s odd.” The next day I realized what my subconscious was telling me about the Cobra: “Surrogate Penis!” I wonder if I'll “tell” myself the same thing with the Dessert Eagle. We’ll see. Ok, I just got off the phone with Kevin. I'll either pick up some money from him this evening and we’ll move the truck tomorrow, or I'll get money from him tomorrow while moving the truck. Right now I'm thinking tomorrow for everything. Yeah, that’ll save me some leg work this evening. I'll just plan to pick him up in the morning on my way to the shop and we’ll do the deal then. I don’t think I can talk John into picking Kevin up on his way to the shop but it might be possible. It is more on his way than mine but it isn't that far out of my way either if I take I-20 to Granbury Road rather than the Dam Road. Incidentally, I've taken to shaking my fist in the air every time I say, “The Dam Road” now. I think it is funny. In fact, both times I typed it just then I shook my fist immediately afterwards. It is that level of commitment that makes a joke worthwhile. Well, I took off for a while and rode around with Larry Shuttlebus. It is now 1620 h and I think I'm going to call it a week. We’ll talk again Monday.