So prepare ye ojoz for a tsunami of bitchocity, cuz sumfing that will cost me $$$ has happened and we all know that monetary expenditurez are always a stress-injector into mi vida.
Two weekz ago, I went out to Clint [aka mah toughman warrior '91 Subaru Loyale] to check his fluidz and see if he needz to binge drink some oil, waterfall some power steering fluid or hardxxxcore funnel some automatic transmission nectar. So I get my car bloated and happy wiff the necessary engine liquorz (I swear, Clint's truck is like a fucking minibar for coches) and then I notice a collection of small cracks in the glass cover on my left headlight.
My car has been dragged to hell (not in the good way) and has been resurrected numerous timez in the past, so I assumed that these marks were just a touch of wear and/or tear from being several decadez old. But then I touched the center of all the cracks (cuz lordy knowz I can't leave well enough alone) and a quarter-size hole popz out of the glass. DOOM DELUXERZ!
I was all like "&*#%$!@!*$&%#!!!!!!!!!" before calming down and running inside to fetch some clear packing tape. Now, as anyone who has ever moved can tell you, packing tape is some tough shiz. Put it on a box and there's no way you're getting it off unless you a) have a pair of scissors or b) rip the fizz outta all your schtuff. So I put a few pieces of that over the hole and thought I was in the clear.
But then it rained cats and hot dawgz and long story short, some moisture got into the glass case and raped the headlight's filament of any luminary usefulness. So now my front left headlight is busted central. And of course the Midas that I always go to calls every junkyard/body shop in the
So I ask you, mah savior bloggy cholitoz, how do I fix my car?! I can't drive @ night wiffout mah anxiety of getting pulled over [feat. given a terrifying ticket!] ruining my existence. I could get the bulbasaur replaced, but then what if it rains and gets toasted again?! Please dahlinz, help a homeboy out!