Today I got to work and the store, where I work, was out of fuel. So I ordered up some fuel and bled the fuel lines and got the furnace going again. I suppose that's not very exciting, but I owe my furnace-restarting prowess to my time living in a dump where the land lord guy didn't pay the fuel bill, and my roommates and I had to learn how to get the furnace going.
Frig that was a run on a sentence, but today reminded me of a time that totally sucked balls, but made brothers of friends.
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