The donut is safely back tucked in my trunk, where it belongs. Hopefully for the rest of eternity. I did learn some things in the last 24 hours, though….
Driving around with a donut tire is a lot like walking around with a huge zit on your face. All you wanna do is yell, ‘I know. I KNOW. I can’t help it!’ to everyone around you.
And what is this witchcraft about not being able to go over 45 with a donut tire? Because all that does is prolong your misery, driving around in a donut tire car.
I’m seriously considering painting my spare tire pink, and adding ‘sprinkles’ to it for the next time this happens. That shit would be funny.
-Beverly Goldenstein
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Buster
April 1, 2015 at 8:32 pmI ♡ this post!
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April 15, 2015 at 7:39 pmLove YOU, Buster!