I'm cutting grass today. The lawn mower was broke, so I'm a little behind. My drinking buddy stopped by on Monday, and after putting some beer and whiskey away, I mentioned the lawn mower. He said, "get out your tools and we'll take it apart...!" So what the hell. I couldn't even drive, so he took me to the auto parts store and we got a new spark plug and some carb cleaner. Damn if he didn't get that thing running again. The gas wasn't getting from the carb to the spark plug. With the filter off, he put his finger over a hole (I don't even know which one) and said, "there you go, it squirted gas into the cylinder." So, drunk as hell, we got it going..
