Figured my day couldn't get any worse. Till I caught the end of my pecker in my zipper. That cinched it. Worst [bleep] birthday I've ever had.
Still fuuuùckin laffin'. What a great story.
Slave
P.S. Having seen the Gruff pecker out by his garage once, that zipper wouldn't have stood a chance if it hadn't of caught him in a soft moment of reflection about his steed.