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Jul. 4th, 2010 12:23 amMy car smells like a skunk took a dirty gym sock, wiped its ass with it, tied it around its head, crawled into the tail-pipe, and died. And then threw up, somehow.
I was going to post this earlier with a whole thing about how I have NO IDEA where this smell might be coming from because I'm quite certain I haven't left any half eaten fast food meals under the passenger seat for six months (I would never do such a thing!) but then I noticed there's a bag in the backseat with a shirt I wore to the gym in it.
Ewwww, man. So I left the windows open. This, of course, means that tomorrow the car will be infested with four hundred and sixty two different varieties of nasty bugs (a hundred and thirty seven of which will be spiders, mark my words) and I'll probably get into a horrific car accident trying to swat one with a rolled up Mozart score on the way to my piano lesson.
I was going to post this earlier with a whole thing about how I have NO IDEA where this smell might be coming from because I'm quite certain I haven't left any half eaten fast food meals under the passenger seat for six months (I would never do such a thing!) but then I noticed there's a bag in the backseat with a shirt I wore to the gym in it.
Ewwww, man. So I left the windows open. This, of course, means that tomorrow the car will be infested with four hundred and sixty two different varieties of nasty bugs (a hundred and thirty seven of which will be spiders, mark my words) and I'll probably get into a horrific car accident trying to swat one with a rolled up Mozart score on the way to my piano lesson.