I got a car wash on Monday, but to my dismay, I seem to have parked under a tree that must have been a roost for some seriously diarrhea-prone birds. My Corsica is coated in droppings! Now I have a choice: Give in to the birds and get another $8 car wash, or tell them to suck it and wait for it to rain. The cheapskate that I am, I’m definitely opting for the latter. I don’t have the heart to break it to my Corsica, though, the poor bastard.


See the above. But not even that could piss me off too much. The Tigers are 2-0.