My car, My couch

two things that i would like to get rid of.

so today i’m driving and my car just dies. no sputtering, no noises, it just decides to stop being a car. it is in it’s adolescent years, maybe it felt like being a teenager and breaking away from the norm. i don’t want to be like all the other cars! and the door slams.

after a few seconds and false starts my car got me safely home. i have a feeling that we won’t be making too many more trips home together. unlike the parents of teenagers, i can get rid of my “child” and not be questioned by authorities.

as for my couch…anybody want it?

One Response to “My car, My couch”

  1. Chris_ says:

    But the question is…did your car bleach it’s hair and put dreads in it? Leading other cars’ mothers to say “Well I’m glad my son…er car didn’t do that to his hair!”

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