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We three Aquarii had a hoot discussing last night's rednecks and Matthew's outrageous drunken behaviour. Leah filled me on some things I'd missed. It seems Danny, the doofy man-redneck, was trying to get her to take LSD with him (not that he actually had any, mind you, even though he said he did). He also made a brutish stab at charming her; at one point he thrust his face into hers and said "What colour are my eyes?" "I don't know," she said curtly, looking away in disgust. "Thair groin!" he replied.
Matthew figures they didn't make it home last night; either they ran out of gas or they crashed. No matter: they ended up sleeping with each other like they always do. Attempts to expand the cracked and yellowed kiddie-sized gene pool would have to wait for another day.
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The steering wheel puller was supposed to be universal, but in fact the Ford Escort has an unusually narrow design in the center of the wheel. This made the bolts of the puller splay and bend as they were inserted into the puller-holes specifically designed to give a steering wheel puller purchase on the wheel. Suddenly one of the bolts snapped off right in one of the holes! That sucked: how would anyone, even a car shop, be able to get the steering wheel off now? I hated to break such bad news to Matthew. He was naturally upset, but he's fatalistic about most things and never reacts too badly to material problems. He finds real comfort in brainstorming for solutions. That's what he did with Diana as I surveyed the situation in dismay.
I started drinking vodka fruit drinks, and gradually my mood improved from a state of frustration and despair.
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Then I fell asleep. Diana repeatedly tried to wake me up so I could, I don't know, entertain her with my wit and such, but I was passed-out cold.
My friends did managed to awaken me at about 11 as they prepared to leave. Once I was home I took a relatively brief pre-work nap. At some point I bought the others a gallon of vino with Diana's funds.
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