Another One Bites The Dust

Well, the car is kaput! There's no two ways about it. The car is a gonner, finished, pushing up daisies. I'd like to say that she was a good 'ole car and that we're going to miss her but I'd be lying. She's been nothing but trouble from the day we got her. She's been a whiner and a malingerer, a shirker and a hypochondriac, a dirty no good money pit, and a major pain in the tuchus! Good riddance to bad rubish. May the junk yard tear her to shreds and crush her into soda cans. May her parts linger in an open field until they rust and are no use to anyone because that is how she treated us.

Ahh! That felt good! Now, here's the plan. We are going to rent a car, one way, and drive home. We leave in about an hour. As soon as we can gather our things out of the old car and find the highway again. All of us have things to get back home for and this is really cramping our style.

Anyway, thanks for all the cards and letters (NOT!) We'll be in touch soon.

Later

Steven