I don’t care what or who you ask, no day can be a good day when you wake up to a phone call informing you that your car is going to cost $3,000 to fix because Wal-mart is the antichrist. Buy some more of me merchandise! Yes, that’s right. I’m pointing the finger at WAL-MART.

I did manage to make it through the day without jumping through a window, surprisingly. That’s just… such a bummer. THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS? That’s probably half, if not more, of what that car is even worth.

This was originally going to be a real post, but while searching and searching for pictures of my beetle back when it was youthful I ended up finding tons of pictures from 2005 that I felt were worthy of being added to flickr.

One hundred and sixty-four to be exact.