Friday, May 28, 2010
My Car Is More Ghetto Than Your Car
On Thursday evening, something in my brakes started grinding sporadically. By last night, the car was squealing everywhere it went. I was embarrassed driving around Woodland last night, certain that if the streets weren't already filled with cars with squealing belts, people might have even noticed.
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