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I had an accident in August. Well, not really. I committed a hit-and-run in a church parking lot at the bottom of Queen Anne by running into a Honda Civic and leaving a dent the size of a microwave in it.
Here was the process of cleaning it up:
Kenny provided me a toothbrush and a cup of Joy Dishsoap, and I went to work on covering up the marks.
That didn't work, so Peter started spitting on the bumper to lube it up a bit.
The after result. The Thunder Freezer likes bukakke, and there's still a mark. Damn.
That's my trip down memory lane for today.