This evening? I changed my own car battery?
I can make a pie. I make a mean motherfucking eggplant parmesan. And now? Now I can change a car battery.
I love The Boy, yes. But maybe the folks should negotiate for more goats in the bride price or something.
And you know what? This totally goes on the list on of Shit My Dad Was Right About. Working on cars sucks balls.
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