I got a new car. No, I mean I got a new, used car. For some reason, I bought a Chrysler. Maybe it's because I'm into leather an' sh*t, but maybe it's because I only had a thousand bucks. It has some problems, but it sure is pretty . . . a lot like most of my ex-girlfriends and wives . . . what the hell is wrong with me?
Today, I found out that the passenger side trailing link had been replaced with a piece of 1-inch pipe. God, what is wrong with people?
Excuse me, but I have to go polish it.