Some people just use too many emoticons.
No one speed in LAWB's AO. Just some advice.
When my wife uses my car and it comes home with dings and dents in the fvcking doors. Everytime she uses it I swear to God. She can't understand she needs to not park next to people with 1980 honda civics who dont give a fvck about their cars.
I don't feel comfortable saying every, but many women -- and a few men -- regard a vehicle as an appliance that you use and use until it breaks, then you get a new one. Umm...no. It's a MACHINE that requires MAINTENANCE. It has moving parts that need to repaired or replaced periodically.Originally Posted by Andreas
I had to borrow my mother's car recently and asked her when was the last time she had her oil changed. "Ohh..I dunno. Hee hee hee!"Well, before going to the shop, I took her car to get washed. As I was inflating her tires [none had more than 20lbs each] I noticed that one of her front tires had steel showing through. I ended up putting on two new tires, an oil change and alignment. She let the power steering run out of fluid a while back she said and after filling it up again it is constantly making that dreaded grinding noise. How long it will last, I don't know.
Poor little beast.
my cockatiel bird watches silently as i deflower myself. her deep black eyes pierce my soul. and i feel.... dirty.
i feel the same about computers. people abuse them then seem shocked when all their **** is mysteriously dead/missing/erased. its a machine, its not magic, regard it with care and it will love you long time!
Oh my god, I'm laughing so hard right now I've got tears streaming down my face. I feel your pain brother, my wife does thee...same...goddamn....thing. She gets hom from work and it's like some pissed off teamsters went to work on the hood, quarterpanel, rear with sledgehammers. I used to think that she went to work, now I'm suspicous that she might be competing in demolition-derby's during the day. I've loaded up on dent-pullers and bondo, next up is a garrett which I'm about ready to use on her.
Oh man - very well put. My wife is one of those every women.
She has a Dodge minivan - a perfectly excellent vehicle - which at this point should take it's case to the UN for an American torturing it.
She calls me the other day and says "oh man I hate driving this thing, it's so embarrassing!"
"why?"
"it's making noises."
"what kind of noises"
"it's the brakes I think. I guess."
"front or back?"
"front. I think. I can't tell."
"hold your phone out the window and stop"
She proceeds to do so, and I hear the most gawdawful scraping sound of metal-on-metal. I pictured a bright 10-inch curl of fresh steel being excavated from the rotor, and the van leaving a trail of metal bits behind.
"you have another car in the driveway. For God's sake woman...drive it until I can get the van fixed..."
Poor thing : (