Sometimes repair issues are unavoidable. I bought my Dad’s car from the estate eight years ago when he passed away at age 90. Since his family called him ‘Junior”, I would now drive Junior’s Car. Well Junior’s Car did fine, up until today when the fuel pump broke after nearly 195,000 miles. I guess it was due.
My. TIMETABLE FOR WORLD DOMINATION has been dealt a setback. I cannot mandate that the world speak only Esperanto by the year 2024, as I had originally planned. The world will have to use other currencies besides Hostess Twinkies and Little Debbie Oatmeal Creme Pies a little bit longer, setting back my currency reform. The riders in The Tour de France will not have to put baseball cards in the spokes of their bikes so they will make a cool noise as soon as I had planned.
Did they design the 1998 Mercury Grand Marquis LS is with an easily accessible fuel pump? We will know tomoorow.
Dispatches From Dystopia 
i’m really disappointed with baked goods not being National currency. Damn it. 😦
Yes. They should be. And all part of my Master Plan! My Dad and Momwould be at the beach with their grandchildren. They came up with a new Nutritional Category, The Little Debbie Food Group. Meat, dairy, grains, fruits, vegetables, and Little Debbie.