Friday the 13th, 1993 - I cut two tendons in my hand in an accident at work.

Friday the 13th, 2004 - I break my foot when my cat sneaks under it and I attempt to evade him.

Friday the 13th, 2005 - My car a-splodes. Timing Chain blows up, destroying my engine. First tow company I call no-shows on me, then refuses to acknowledge I called for a tow when I called back. Time I finally got home: 04:00 am. Cost of repairs are several thousand. Thus I am looking at a new vehicle.

I tell you, this is getting old in a hurry.

Man, that really sucks!


...How is your foot by the way?

Sounds like my birthdays (of the past). Sorry to hear about you ill fortune. Have you considered going to someone like Hertz, or Enterprise Used Cars? You can get a car that's only a year old, well-maintained, but pretty inexpensive.

Oh No!!! If you need a ride or anything, give us a call.

I'm so sorry sweetie.

That's six different flavors of fucked.

Here's to hoping you find a righteous deal on a zippy new automobile that will not stab you in the back like this previous one.