It's going to cost $1100 to fix that goddamned truck, and the worst part is that there is nobody else to blame for being a fucktard. With that $1100 I could have:

• Fixed the heater in my own car and given it a tune-up
  
• Gone to Seattle
  
• Bought furniture
  
• Done something less fucktarded
  

Goodbye, being comfortable. Hellooooo Kraft Dinner!

It's -29C outside, not including the windchill. Not only is my face about to fall off in one big, icy chunk, but I had the misfortune to back into one of these in a parking lot:


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