Mechanic = me
Wooo ... so I'm so glad I know a thing or two about cars. Was cruisin with my friend Sam when we hit this massive pothole (and when I say massive, I mean massive) and her tire completly blew out. So what do we do? Pull into an abandoned parking lot ... and pulled out the trusty tire iron. :-) And I did it all by my lonesome ... until some jackass thought he could "save" us girls. He pulls into the parking lot just as I'm putting on the last lug nut and he's all like - let a man take care of that. And he's like - now I can tell my wife I helped someone. here's my business card. And the business card wasn't even of him. It was of his brother. *shifty eyes* I was like umm ... thanks but no thanks. get lost. He was apparently a security escort guy and thought he could protect us from the slums of albany. whatever, dude. whatever But by the time we were done (Kelly, Sam and myself) decided we were no longer in a fit state to go to Starrrrbucks (our destination.) Being incredibly dirty (though not as dirty as we could've been, since we're girls and Kelly had a box of disinfectant cloths in her car. go Kelly.) we instead walked our ghettofied selves into Denny's. It was a fun night, all the same. gotta love breakfast at midnight (my favorite meal of the day, doncha know.)
How many girls does it take to change a tire? 3!
heh heh. i love it.
How many girls does it take to change a tire? 3!
heh heh. i love it.