I took that final step before laying my old gas grill to rest, and decided to convert it to a charcoal one. The burner cracked leaving me a 4 by 6 inch spot to safely cook food on. Instead of buying a new one I decided to stretch a dollar, and headed over to El Waldo for a sack of charcoal.
While there I passed the Temple of EL Waldo de Retailio, and picked up a couple loose retail packs of Allen and Ginter. I started to feel the beginning stages of Walmart Nervous Syndrome ( also known as W.N.S ) due to the overflowing lines, and headed straight for the self checkout line.
Once I got past the fellow impatient cringers like myself, and the thieves who somehow never get caught I high tailed it out of there like Michael Vick at the Westminster Kennal Club.
As usual I ripped the packs in the whip, and to my surprise pulled a Charles Goodyear mini. Could this be Gods way of telling me to quit blowing all my money on baseball cards, and replace my balding tires?
Nah! If that was the case it wouldn't be numbered 4/50.
The Mojo Hand