My car has a real problem - its more interested in harboring the lives of countless insects than bringing me where i need to go. Leaky tire? Spider house. Gas cap flap that won’t pop open. GIANT spider house. If it’s nighttime, be assured a spider will drop onto your face. Squirmy worms, and weird fluttery things, 8 leggers and face grabbers, my car has it all.

It went to the next level today - as i drove around singing some g.g. allin as the awesomely nice temps of spring forced through my NON rolling down windows, it was time to kick on that AC (that sort of works a little). As i clicked it to 4 (the highest setting), not only did some lovely mild stale luke warm air come out, it also shot out a yellowjacket. A very frightened yellowjacket, no doubt. A yellowjacket that was probably like “what the fuck why doesnt this asshole’s windows roll down, and why is it so god damn warm in here? shit!”.

somehow i didn’t crash, and i pulled over in the chinese food place parking lot and left the doors open until he knew he should stop looking at my comic books in the back seat and he should leave.

i was late for my doctors apt.

Tags: bees, car, gg allin

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