("ding ding here comes the..." remember this pic mom?)Do cars have a spirit, a life to them? I'm not sure, but if they do I think I have crushed the one in mine. How is that you ask? Well first, if your car does have a spirit, don't refer to her as the "Shitmobile," at least when you're in her. Second - which is closely related to the first - don't create a song named "My Shitmobile" and proceed to sing it while she is driving you around. Don't kick her when she stops running, don't hit her in her radio area when it refuses to kick out the CD you checked out from the library, don't look lustfully at other more attractive cars as you drive around, don't lock the keys inside of her during the cold of winter forcing you to probe and pry on her windows to get inside, don't go months and months without giving her beauty treatments and don't talk about how you would like to push her off a cliff or cover her in gasoline and throw a match at her when her fuel pump malfunctions.
So, even though you are giving me problems once again, I would like to say sorry to you Miss. I gave you a new CD player and front door speakers, is that not good enough? Although I guess that was more of a selfish gift being that it really benefits me more. I promise I will wash you when I get back from my trip, which thankfully you will not have a part in. Please don't die before I have the money to, um, replace you. Thanks.






















