Today.

At about 1:00 PM, I backed into a concrete post at the Shell gas station on Mt. Hermon Road. I scraped the post minimally, and scraped the hell out of my rear driver’s side fender, crumpling and scraping two panels.

Heh.

I needed this joke, forwarded from John, today:

A friend will come bail you out of jail. A true friend will stand next to you, smirk, and say “Damn, we fucked up!”