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Let me just welcome you into story time.

So, as you know, my windshield has been cracked for some time now. My registration is due to be renewed and so I needed to replace it. My cousin said that he found a company that does it at your house! I was stoked, because what's better than being lazy and having people come to you? So they show up today, and I was freakin sketched from the beginning. I couldn't even communicate with them. So naturally, I creeped on them from the window while they were replacing it. When I was watching them, I noticed that they were using black caulk to glue my car clock back on. WTF. So, I called my daddy and he was piiiiised. I went out there, handed the phone to them and he gave them a stern talking. I had them follow me to the dealership and turns out, to fix it, it's 400 freakin dollars. yuuup. Why ME. They tried shmeagaling out of paying for it, but NOPE! I stayed strong. I was like heck no! So they payed for it. But then I thought to myself, why don't I try fixing it myself? Um hi, i'm a freakin mechanic. FIXED BABY. I'm a genius.

My hands were filthy with oil and I have never felt so bad a.

Need your car fixed? Don't go to me cause this was a once in a lifetime achievement. 

I gotta go scrub my skin off now.