So there I was, in the office on a beautiful Monday morning, waiting for the time to come to start the work week out. I had my caffeine, I had my 15 for $1 bag of donut holes, and a fresh wad of Red Seal snuff. I'm shooting the you know what with the supervisor, talking about deer huntin and just your general run of the mill Monday morning horse crap. Well anyway, this ole boy has a K5 that won't smog, big whoop there. He had mentioned about a month ago he could probably sell it for a pretty penny, but I'm not that thrilled. Then this morning, he tells me something that makes my ears perk up. "I'm selling my Blazer for $500." I'm sort of get interested, but after the discussion I had with Mrs. Bubba Ray on Friday, I've had to let a 14 bolt go for less than $150 and an almost brand new Merlin bow (remember, mine blew up a few weeks ago) pass me by. I tell him he should of told me after he told me his friend was buying it. But I'm still not interested too much cause I'm figuring this is a stock rig. We go round and round, he told me, no he didn't, blah blah blah. So I start asking some questions..... "What gears?" "4.10s with Detroits." "Lifted?" "4 inches, springs all around." "What brand?" "Superlift. I also got almost brand new BFGs on it." Well boys and girls, you can imagine the mental stress that had on me. For the rest of the day, I've been no good. Life sucks then you get married!!!!