Two months ago, my car died.  Three weeks ago I backed into a guy's bumper, cracking it.  Last week I broke Cimmy's glasses.  Today my new car threw a rod and now has a hole in its engine because, in the course of owning it six weeks, it had run completely and utterly out of oil ( Read more... )

Seven cars parked behind my house. Mine, of course, is the only one that ends up missing a window afterward.

Sterling owns a hybrid car. He left his dome light on when he went home to Illinois for Christmas. That was four days ago and it's still on. My father insists that the extra cost of a hybrid car is more than you'll recoup from saved gas money even if you drive it for fifteen years. The battery in that Prius is making a strong counterargument, I' ( Read more... )