I was working on my Heep (Jeep) solo. I yelled for my wife to hand me a wrench and then I realized I was in a dangerous predicament. Here I was solo mechanizing on a Jeep! Did I have the proper certs? Not sure!
So, woe upon me, I would have to reach for the wrench solo! Could I possibly accomplish the task without assistance. I mean, I really like having my wife there so she can insert peanut butter sandwiches and coffee under the transmission for me to snack on whilst I whine about the stupid four wheels cursed device.
But then, getting back to reaching for the wrench solo, as I rolled over I fet somthing under my elbow that was not at all right. No, looked over and low and behold, it was a copperhead snake. I rolled, solo, as the snake struck and he got my shirt. As I looked at him, I did that solo also, I saw him gathering to strike again, so again, all by myself I rolled yet again and he struck getting my shirt a second time.
Then, solo still, I got my pump 20 gauge and loaded it. I had to insist that he leave my garage but seems he insisted in staying under my Heep. This would not work as I explained to him I was a solo mechanic and did not need him to help unless he could provide coffee and peanut butter sandwiches. He was not agreeable, at which point, I drug him out by the tail and pumped him full of shot. And I did that solo too. I did feel badly about that.
You know, I could have been found dead under my Jeep, the epitaph would have bemoaned the fact I was solo mechanizing and had I had a buddy mechanic I would not have had to enlist the help of an ornery and now deceased copperhead.
Then I went and made some coffee, solo and I drank it all up solo as well.
Do some of you guys go to the bathroom holding hands with your buddies? We can, as adults, make decisions for ourselves, but make them educated and reasonable based on facts and not superstitions.
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