car trouble

In case you’d never really given it any thought, when the mechanic calls you to list off the 800 million things wrong with your car and you ask for the bottom line, then he asks, “Are you sitting down?”…yeah, just an fyi, that number’s not going to be good.

Apparently the E Pluribus Unum Communicator isn’t transpiring with the Monkeypaw Dooflopper.  Additionally, the engine’s Frappe Ergonomics are all off kilter, probably due to the jujitsu window washing capacity of the Ricky Ricardo joint.

Or something like that.  I’m not sure I exactly followed what he was saying after he mentioned the price, but we all know it would be a safety issue at high speeds to ignore the Monkeypaw Dooflopper, so I had them take care of it.  I’m so glad they are conveniently located near the plasma center so I can sell some plasma to offset my expenses.  Tell a friend to go here and buy my book because I only have so much freakin’ plasma to go around, people, and Doofloppers don’t just fix themselves.