Tuesday, February 16, 2010

The way to my heart

is definitely through

I mean this in the literal sense (get your mind out of the gutter your perv), as in getting the oil changed in my car. I just HATE sitting in the tiny waiting room sitting so close to people you can smell their lack of hygiene.

1 comment:

Jiles The Great said...

The oil needs to be changed in my car, but I HATE doing it so I make Jacob go.