Happy Valentine's Day

Seeing my car on the flatbed today reminded me of the LAST time my car was on a flatbed. February 14, 2008. The starter died. I bought it a giant red heart with chocolates. This didn't phase her. She was still pissed even though it wasn't my fault. Cars, wtf?

"There is no window."

Two pictures comin' at ya today from Northeast Philly. Some lady sideswiped me today as I was attempting to make a left hand turn. It rendered my door barely open-able, my front bumper was hanging off and my window was completely shattered. When asked by a tow truck driver if I wanted to put my window up because of rain, I told him it didn't matter. My friend Amanda then informed the driver and reminded me that there was in fact no window left.

Who Knew Roosters Were Perverts?

This one requires an explanation. Apparently "Roosters don't take care of their young. This was obviously a molester. Or so it seemed to my disturbed mind. If you f*cked the whole henhouse, I doubt you'd want to pay child support for all of them. But I thought that was a total pedophile rooster." Thank you, Angie.

When Ya Gotta Go...

Ya gotta go.