I was driving to Kramarczuk’s after class last Saturday with my buddy Brian when a light started blinking on my dashboard. I wasn’t too worried about it until I looked in my manual and found out there was probably an issue with my Automatic Transmission. Now, I don’t know much about cars, but I’ve heard that if you like money or don’t have much of it, you don’t want to break your transmission.
When we popped the trunk a furry little fat bastard popped out from behind the engine, yelled at me, then ran out of the car, over Brian’s feet, giving him a coronary. After I got the car towed to the mechanic, it turned out the damn squirrel climbed into the engine for warms, then went to town on all the plastic and rubber he could get his dirty little claws on. Car’s fixed now, but it cost a pretty penny. The moral, as always, fuck squirrels.
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I was driving to Kramarczuk’s after class last Saturday with my buddy Brian when a light started blinking on my dashboard. I wasn’t too worried about it until I looked in my manual and found out there was probably an issue with my Automatic Transmission. Now, I don’t know much about cars, but I’ve heard that if you like money or don’t have much of it, you don’t want to break your transmission. When we popped the trunk a furry little fat bastard popped out from behind the engine, yelled at me, then ran out of the car, over Brian’s feet, giving him a coronary. After I got the car towed to the mechanic, it turned out the damn squirrel climbed into the engine for warms, then went to town on all the plastic and rubber he could get his dirty little claws on. Car’s fixed now, but it cost a pretty penny. The moral, as always, fuck squirrels. 