Mere minutes after the last post where I was all giddy like a school girl asked to the prom and running my fucking mouth, Karma jumped up, sprinted across the room, backhanded me right in the cock holster and screamed into my face,
WE WILL HAVE NONE OF THAT SHIT HERE!
while I was moving that heavy new saw on those chintzy fucking wheels, got to within two inches of where I was going to set it to make room for the Sprite, she struck.
My dumbass forgot to put the pin in the sonofabitch, a wheel hit a microscopic grain of sand or something, the damn saw flipped up on me and over it went.
What the fuck are ya gonna do?
All I could do was start cussing and then laughing.
That fucker is heavy boys.
When it went over I tightened up my grip on it to DEATH MODE trying to save it and the fucker hauled me into the air with it.
The only real damage was to the belt shroud and my pride.
I’m not even going to try and pound it out at this point, I’ll just take it off for now and see how I feel about it later.
I don’t need to use it for anything and the Sprite is now about six inches away from it anyway. Just enough for me to skinny by sideways.
I had a fuck of a time getting that cantankerous bitch started and finally got pissed off and gave it a shot of starting fluid.
Even then it took a while but when it finally started it just sat there and purred.
One bit of good news anyway.
Piece of shit.
So, situation normal, all fucked up, life goes on. I learned a little something today so there is that.
Maybe that bitch Karma will finally go somewhere else for the Winter.
Anywhere else would be fine with me.