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It's never a dull moment around here, y'all.  The Three Four Stooges provide so much fodder, it would be impossible for me to capture it all here.  The last time I wrote about My Stooges, it was to tell y'all about Howard's most ultimate horrible day.

Today, two of them have upped the ante in a way that can probably never, ever again be beat.

First, let me back track a little bit.  Several months ago the Three Stooges moved down to Texas from Michigan via Chicago.  A short while after they moved here they had a friend come down to visit...and he never went back.  He's in our same line of business and started working for a big bank.  He hated it and at the end of September, he migrated over to where we are, so now I have Four Stooges.  For purposes of this here blog, we'll refer to him as The Dewster.  I've been using the other three's last names, but The Dewster's name is sort of like mine - uncommon.

Okay, back to How The Bar Was Raised So High That Nobody Will Ever Surpass It:

I don't know if I ever mentioned this here, but in June, two of the four decided that they were going to take a vacation and head back up north to Michigan to hang out with friends.  Their vacation lasted through September.  Yeah.  They can "work" from anywhere, really.

So they came back and both of them (Roy & Kozul) decided that they wanted to actually just move back up to Michigan and telecommute from there.  Boss Man has no issues with this as long as they are producing, so yesterday, the two of them set out on their road trip home.  They had Roy's Envoy packed down with all the stuff they wanted to move back.  They came here with little to nothing (their both late 20's and single, so they don't really have "things"), so there was no need for an actual U-Haul to get them home.

Sometime yesterday afternoon, Kozul updated his facebook status to say "Check engine light came on in Royce City, TX.  I may just get a job as a bouncer and clean this town up, like Roadhouse".

Nobody really thought twice about it.

Three hours later he posted a picture of a car completely engulfed in flames.  The caption read "The check engine light must mean 'car is about to explode'...shit".

Now, what I didn't know until I got into work was that when the check engine light came on, they pulled over and noticed that the car was leaking fluid.  They found a "mechanic" who was covered from head to toe with grease.  The guy said that he would get them "fixed up" so they could continue on.  (Read:  I have video footage of the mechanic, but can't post it right now)

Two hours later is when Kozul looked in the passenger side mirror and asked Roy if his blinker was on.  It wasn't.  What Kozul saw was the beginning of The Worst Road Trip Ever.  They immediately pulled over and unloaded everything of value (with the exception of one digital camera) and stood there as Roy's Envoy literally exploded.

"KA-FUCKING-BOOOOOOM", as my Fab FIL would say.

At this point, I've talked to Kozul on the phone once, but him and Roy were "deliberating" as to what their next move should be.  I sort of wished they took ideas from the audience because Howard and I both thought the smartest thing for them to do would be to find the closest airport to Sulpher Springs, Texas (the location of the explosion) and just buy a plane ticket back to Grand Rapids.

The Dewster just got off the phone with Kozul.  They ended up renting a U-Haul to get back home.  It's apparently easier to cross state lines with a U-Haul than it is to cross with a rental car.

Now, if laughing at this story is wrong, then baby, I don't wanna be right.

Really though, it makes me sad and a little worried.  Three of the Four Stooges are younger than me and have, on more than one occasion referred to me as "okay, MOM" or "just like a big sister".  Howard is the only one older than me by a few years and frankly, we're more alike than I ever would have thought.

Anybro, Roy is the most fragile out of the four of them.  He's the guy who freaks out over everything and anything.  I guess he's a lot like me too.  Kozul is the "no, I'm not gay, I just look like it" guy (and if you're gay and reading this, that's not a dig, even your gaydar would go off on this peach).  I don't think there's anything in life that he takes very seriously.  The two of them together on an adventure like this is probably awful.  Roy is probably all Pouty McPouterson and Kozul is probably all Krusty The Clownerson to try and lighten the mood, which will only piss Pouty McPouterson off even more.

There you have it.  If you have a "bad day" story that can top this, write about it and send me the link!  I dare you.