The war goes poorly. The Universe is still on the offensive. The Resistance is on the ropes, but still fighting.
My friend and ally, Lee has taken some hard hits lately. My condolences. Now get back into the fight and give the Universe some grief.
A new ally has been brought into the war. Frank, my partner at work, was attack. The Universe tried to disable he mobility by crushing his trucks transmission. Welcome to the war.
My end of the war is still in chaos. The Universe threw a kamakazee teenager in a sedan against the side of my ambulance. This resulted in me slamming into the cabinets. On the night, my trucks battery died while my friends tried to shuttle me and my truck to my temporary base of operations. Got my battery fixed on the following Monday. Tuesday, headgasket blows. I am now limping along hoping to find a cheap replacement.
Monday (one week later), I am heading to class. A very nice Chesapeake police officer pulls me over. At that precise moment I realize that when my wife picked up the clean laundry from me, I sent my dirty uniform with her including my wallet. After a very informative lecture from CPD's finest, I am given a piece of paper notifying me of that my tags are expired. I sign the paper and as a reminder, least I forget, I am fortunate enough to be allow to give $118 to the town of Chesapeake, Ohio for this safety lecture.
It is time for the Resistance to regroup, recruit and retaliate. Join the Resistance, quit letting the Universe slap you around. For those already engaged in this conflict, I say, dig in and give it hell!
This report has been authenticated by Goader.
Remember,
SMILE! It really pisses the Universe off!
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