So earlier in the week I bought a brand new car - Nissan Sentra. And today, my dad asked if he could drive it to the dealership to make a copy of the key for me. Being the nice guy that I am, I said "sure dad, drive my brand new car, just don't wreck it or anything, haha". So what do you think happened?
He fucking wrecked it.
I'm not joking. You can't make this shit up. It's like the universe decided to take a giant shit on my life this past month. Maybe it's gods vengeance for not technically believing in him, to strike me with a kid not only named Jesus, but Jesus deJesus. The Jesus of Jesuses! Then, when I finally get a new car - guess what? Aaaaawwww psyche, fuck you.