I cleaned and vacuumed my car today. Washed it, even. Now I know you're probably saying to yourself something like "Why on god's green Earth, oh citizen of one of the rainiest cities in the country, decide to wash your car in the middle of winter?". Well upon my return from Montana this morning I discovered that a neighboring tree had decided to pollinate my car. Completely. My car looked like a participant in a plant bukkake film (note to self: start plant bukkake website). So I washed it. That's been my exciting day so far. Well, that and riding in one of those tiny deathtrap prop planes back from Montana.
Oh, I forgot to mention that SPM drew boobs in the dirt on my hood. That was the other reason I needed to wash it.
Oh, I forgot to mention that SPM drew boobs in the dirt on my hood. That was the other reason I needed to wash it.
geckogirl:
note to self: start dirt boobs website
throttlebitch:
Is the back seat not so sticky anymore? I guess plants think your car is sexy.