Gordon pulls over to freak out, and last week’s Grandpa Sex Machine has been finished up a bit more, so check it out.

I’m not a car guy

I’m not good with cars. I spent lots of time as a kid in the garage with Dad, learning how to change brakes, oil, radiators, water pumps, alternators, exhaust systems, etc., etc., etc. Some of the most miserable moments of my life were spent in that garage, working on stuff that should have been an afternoon of work but ended up taking all weekend because one thing or another went wrong.

Anyhow, now that experience should come in handy because my brakes have crapped out and pulling the money out of my butt to have someone else fix it is going to be quite a challenge. Problem is, I haven’t done this crap in like, 15 years or so. I could probably use my dad’s tools, but he doesn’t move quite as well as he used to, so I’d be mostly on my own. I’m bad at taking care of cars, that’s all there is to it.

Someone just invent a safe, reliable teleporter already, so I can quit with all this car maintenance crap.