After this happened, I found myself in a curious position of wishing a sexually transmitted disease on a metaphorically violated goat.
Damn. When I first looked at it, I thought, "It could be worse--I couldn't see the fucking pole!" but every time I look at that picture, the damage gets bigger.
Sort of like this @#$%%^^&*% year!
So anyway, to cheer up my car--and me, and Mate, because dude, this thing is only 2 years old!-- I have two perfectly valid salutes to this crapfest of a year:
Like John Oliver says--let's all try harder next year.
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