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So this one time (last night) Shan and I were going to make a late night beer run. We went out to my car, backed out and it became apparent that there was a problem...
A flat tire.
Lame, man.
So I did what any pretend manly person would do, and I jacked my shit up to change the tire.
All was going smootly until...
The jack went on strike. I could have been killed.
As if this wasn't bad enough...upon falling from the jack, the car then pinned said jack beneath itself. Not going to budge.
At first I was sad.
Then I was mad.
We all know anger solves nothing. So we called roadside assistance and a gentleman who may or may not have been 136 years old came and jacked my car up with HIS jack...and told me mine was worthless.
Yeah I know. Thanks for that.
In case any of you were worried...we were still able to go buy beer. So it was ok.
The End.