The Good: Discount Tires was able to fix my tires. For free! Despite the front desk guys "Red Shirt" attitude, the cute whisper of a man wearing a "Black Shirt" took a small hammer-like thing and fixed my tires in no time. I love that guy.
The Bad: I don't have any money left. I'm poor. I guess there'll be no heavy Cinco De Mayo partying for me unless I can find a sponsor.
Your Mother: Well... MY mother... she hung up on me. Because she asked me if I was mad at her and I said no. Because I wasn't. But apparantly me saying, "No, mom. I'm not mad at you. Why would I be mad at you?" was heard as "Yes, mother. I'm very mad at you. Very mad. Mad, mad, mad."
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