Monday I drove my car.
When I got home I smelled burning rubber.
Tuesday I drove my car.
When I got home I smelled burning rubber.
Wednesday I drove my car.
My brakes made funny noises and when I got home I smelled burning rubber.
Thursday I didn’t drive my car because I was busy lathering butter on my thighs under the guise of gravy and potatoes and giving thanks.
Friday I popped the hood before driving my car.
I may as well have been Charlie Sheen walking into abstinence class. Now what?
Saturday morning I called the mechanic. “I think I need new brakes and something smells like burning rubber.”
Saturday afternoon the mechanic called back. “You’re right, you need new brakes.” “And the burning rubber smell?” I asked. “Well ma’am, that was probably from the shopping back we found stuck to your muffler.”
Oh.
7 comments:
I take that as a good thing. (the bag I mean) It could have been so much worse. Trust me...transmissions, engines, power trains...(I'm just listing things I hear on commercials. I have no clue, but I know bags are better than those things.) Trust me.
"might as well have been Charlie Sheen walking into an abstinence class"...brilliant...just brilliant.
Almost worth the new stitches I am on the way to the hospital to get in my stomach from laughing so hard because I popped all the old ones.
Dang it, I hate it when this happens...
HA HA HA HA HA HA HA.... i could go on forever! You just can't make this stuff up!! Thanks for the good times.
hahahaha!!!
Also, new brakes already? Isn't kinda soon???
I think for your 40th birthday we should all sign you up for an auto-shop class. That way you could be on the look-out for plastic bags.
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Oh, this cracked me up. I'm going to link to this on my blog tomorrow.
Sooooo stinkin' funny! hahahahha
And hey, I love your header.
LOL!!!! That's Priceless!
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