B.G. Willers

I think I figured out why it still runs.

Earlier I had reported that my car was running due to some kind of devine providence from God. But the more I think about it, the more I tend to think the exact opposite.

I’ve come to the conclusion that my car and I are locked into a battle to the death. It’s recently been about 3 degrees when I get off work at night, and my car will start and run fine, but the heater doesn’t work AT ALL. It just blows cold air. The same 3 degree air that’s outside. And last night on my drive home, I started smelling exhaust fumes in the car. So much that I had to roll down the windows. Remember, it’s still friggin’ THREE degrees outside.

I wonder how much I can get on eBay for a car that’s posessed by a demon?