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Today, I was supposed to go to Houston. But, thanks to a pinched O-ring and my good friends at Charles Maund Volkswagen, I only made it to Manor before I got the warning light. Turns out I didn’t have any coolant in my reservoir. It had all leaked out. When they fixed the car yesterday, they didn’t install the tubes right. Conrad came to pick me up which just moved him up my list of nice friends. Now I’m going to Houston tomorrow. It didn’t help that I felt like less than a manly man with all of Berkeley’s polka dot bags and matching pink collar and leash.
At the gas station where I stopped for about an hour, I met a nice woman named either Tsam or Sam. Her nametag said Sam but had a T written with pen at the beginning. She was foreign so I decided not to ask about it. For some reason, when people have weird names like Precious or Dokey, you feel like you can ask. You might say, “Hey, that’s not a common name, tell me about it.” But that doesn’t work with foreign names. For all I know Tsam could be like Britney here. There wouldn’t be much of a story behind it. So I didn’t ask. Now that I think about it, maybe you were supposed to say it like T-Sam. Sort of like T-Rex. That’s probably it. I bet her full name is Tyrannosaurus Sam.
On a better tasting and less-filling note, Austin was named as one of the top-five drunkest cities in America.

America’s drunkest cities – Forbes.com – MSNBC.com

Put that together with UT’s #1 Party School ranking and it’s pretty safe to say that we live in a wild and crazy place.

That’s all for now.

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