I can't wait till I'm famous so I can tell people where to put it w/out worrying about it costing $$
So the mechanic hasn't touched my car because it's going to have to be in a bay for a few days, he figures, and he has to clear some of the other cars out of the lot first.
What the fuck ever.
Why doesn't he realize that I'm more important that every fucking body else?
One day, Eli, POW! Right in the kisser!