So, funny story. One of my roommates has his Eclipse convertible here. And he is sort of obsessed with his car (but not actually in the normal way, because he scraped the ice and snow off of it with a windshield scraper even though that scratches your paint). Twice now the rats in the alley that our parking spaces are off of have eaten through his transmission wires. He is poisoning them, and looking up city ordinances about shooting them (you can't in the city where we live is the rule, essentially). He rants and raves about them. I practically pee my pants laughing, as they only eat his car, so it is clearly a problem with his car, and not the rats per sae.
Probably should add an overview of my blog for all my intrepid reader(s).
Basically, its a blog about my rather eclectic interests. So far, its ranged from movies, to TV, to music, to Formula 1, to carrots. And as such, you should be prepared to be spoiled on anything I'm watching at the time. Especially the carrots. It'll give you a good reason to stay up to date on your TV.
And my blog posts are very stream-of-consciousness, so expect wild changes in topics, and random interspersed profanity and randomness.
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So, funny story. One of my roommates has his Eclipse convertible here. And he is sort of obsessed with his car (but not actually in the normal way, because he scraped the ice and snow off of it with a windshield scraper even though that scratches your paint). Twice now the rats in the alley that our parking spaces are off of have eaten through his transmission wires. He is poisoning them, and looking up city ordinances about shooting them (you can't in the city where we live is the rule, essentially). He rants and raves about them. I practically pee my pants laughing, as they only eat his car, so it is clearly a problem with his car, and not the rats per sae.
This story could only be improved if it was in fact you sabotaging his transmission wires and blaming rats.
Shh. Don't tell.
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