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Hey Bitches!

Today is part three of four in the Voltron: How Could This Happen!!?? drama.  As much as I'm struggling with what's going on, I know I can stay strong.  It's almost over.

I dropped Voltron off at the dealership today.  She's having her brake pads and roters replaced.  I took the shuttle home and now I have to somehow get to work or get back to pick Voltron up, if she's done by 12:30.

This photo of Voltron at the nature park helps me remember all our good times together.

Hey Bitches.

Two pork tongues at Superstore for $1.78!

I'm going for it.

Hey, Bitches.

No photo today as I'm blogging from work.

Did you hear about Voltron? Voltron, my three-year-old car, failed inspection. I know.

The roters rusted to the point where they wore grooves into the brake pads, so the front roters and brake pads need to be replaced. Fucking sucks, Bitches!

That's three twenty plus tax I could put toward my mac. Although it's a good thing I have been saving up for the mac because at least I have money. If I wasn't saving up I don't know if I'd be able to even get Voltron fixed, man. Where would I be w/out my car?

The worst part is the giant orange rejection sticker. Sigh.

UPDATED WITH A PHOTO, BITCHES!

Hey, Bitches.

Oh, listen.  You will not EVER believe the K-y commercial I just saw.

Okay, it's called "Yours + Mine".

Okay?  With me so far?  Bitches, there is like a tube for the man and a tube for the woman, okay?

So the woman uses hers, and the man uses his, and then when they mix together(oh, shit that's funny) "something" happens.

I don't remember what it said exactly, but from what I remember of the graphics, it might be fizzy.

Like there's baking soda in one tube and vinegar in the other.

I can't even stand how funny that is.  Have a good one, Bitches.

Found it!

Hey Bitches!

Don't feel bad, click here!!!

Hey Bitches!

You know when you're working at one of those worthless fucking call centre jobs, and you just can't talk to the customer anymore?  And then you jokingly ask your co-worker to pretend they're  you and finish the job?

Sometimes that shit works, man!

So here's to Pete, my guy at work, for calling that motherfucker back for me.  

Thanks, Pete!