Bang! Flop.

Remember Mike Ehrmantraut's grand kid? The cute little kid that he loved so much?

Well, I am not her, but I am her aunt...if she had one. I may look like Lydia and act like Lydia and dress like Lydia, but I am not Lydia...my idea of politics begins and ends with a .45...and a call to the police.

I posted some time ago how my SO got mixed up with this jerkwagon that ruined her credit. Well yesterday, I found out why. He bought a Jeep on her credit and was missing payments all over the place....and making them, and missing them..etc.

So called him at work and told him to give me the car. He asked, "Or What?."

I told him "Or What".

I'm not any kind of ninja badass, but I have a reputation for saying what I mean and never juggling equivocation.

So, anyway. That was yesterday. I now have a really shitty Jeep on big rims that is impossible to drive and smells like bad cologne, and it's about $7k in the hole.

What a complete piece of shit it is. It's loud, cold. Loud. Doesn't steer where I want it to, and...it's loud. Loud and cold. The brakes are better fitted to a 17th century fucking ox cart. Oh yeah, I got pulled over because numb nuts ruined the wiring putting in a custom stereo. Meridian PO were awesome as usual and let me go.

Anyway...horrible shitbox. Chubbineses are swapping tires for normal ones and off it goes. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakeeeeeeeee thisssssssssssssss pileeeeeeeeeeeee of sssssssssshiiiiiiiiit back!

And gonna send FIAT a bill for $30 for the tights I ruined getting into the fucking relic.