Shelly, my official ¿MyStiFieD? #1 fan, was my unofficial 10,000th hit. unofficial because this time I want her to prove it! It's just too weird when the same person wins three times in a row.

First topic today: Nostalgia.

I remember way back in highschool years when I didn't know anything about cars. My favorite car was a dodge viper. I only knew about high end cars, and even then, I knew very little about them. I thought the bigger the engine, the better. Look at highest horsepower value, and look at top speed. Those would mean you have the fastest car. Man, becoming a part of the import tuning world has changed alot of my idealogies.

Now it's all about turbos and cheap cars. What's the cheapest way I can build a car to beat a porsche? What depreciated junk yard heap can I restore and run 12's with in the quarter mile? Yea man, those brainstorming moments are great. Kills alot of time.

I also remember how I didn't know shit about DSMs. DSM standing for Diamond-Star Motors, the combined effort of Chrysler (Diamond) and Mitsubishi (Star). One of my other favorite cars was the Mitsubishi 3000gt. One day I saw a Dodge Stealth and thought it was a 3000gt, and my uncle said that Dodge copied Mitsu's car. I was pissed. I hated the stealth. I thought it was a cheap rip off of the great 3000gt. Now so many years later, I became unignorant and finally learned that it's a DSM. They designed it and marketed it together.

Second topic: Embarrassing moments.

It seems like alot of embarrassing moments stem from taking a shit in public. Today's embarrassing moment happens to involve my pants. No, sorry, unfortunely I didn't shit my pants, and honestly, if I did, I probably would not mention it in my blog.

Anyway, I have this pair of pants where the zipper tends to open by itself if you do not 100% make sure it's zipped ALL the way up to where it meets the button. You know, most pants, you can zip like 95% of the way and be safe. Nope, not this pair.

So I do my business in the potty and decide to go outside for a smoke. A couple other people are there, and I light up, sit down and smoke. You know, i'm sitting all relaxed with my legs spread apart, just enjoying my cig and the nice calm weather after a large rainstorm. Welp, I look down, and my fly is WAY open. It's like, "hello penis" open.

So i lunge forward and cover myself up, sitting in a slightly odd position while the co-worker begins talking to me. Kind of embarrassing. I hope she didn't get a sneak peak, (or sneak a peak).

Yup, that's it for today. Stay tuned for more ignorance and stupidity brought to you by one ¿MyStiFieD? motha-fucka.