My car broke down. Those of you who know me will surely know the story. For the rest of you, I apologize-- I started to write the whole ordeal, but the tale is too damn long and I won't le tmyself be one of those narsissistic epic post writers. Anyways...
This is the "shop" where my car got fixed:Notes: 1) This photo is taken from the rickety old truck seat where I had the pleasure of sitting. The chair arm in the foreground is from a grease-covered lazyboy that was buried under a pile of books and manuals, thus making it unfit for sitting. 2) I snapped this picture (with the camera barely sticking out of my purse, might I add. Sneaky.) when I came back to pay, which is why there is no porn on the computer screen. Consider yourself lucky. Seriously.
2 comments:
Yikes! Well its a good thing you didnt take off with the truck seat- those things can carry diseases you know... And I am glad you didnt have to edit out the cheap porn. I am also glad he fixed your car and didnt try to put the moves on you while you were sitting on his truck seat :)
For God's Sake- don't ask for a lube job! Hey, was that bit about narcissistic writers supposed to be a shot at me? Betch.
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