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A couple days ago, a passing stranger told me (a non-passing middle-aged trans woman, who is generally quiet and reserved) that “Trump’s gonna get you, you pedophile!”
And I looked at him and said “why must you be mean?”
That’s about the peak of my anger, but it was pronounced.
Oh wait, fuck, this is shitty asklemmy.
So I was having a shit, and the only thing in arm’s reach was the nice towels, so that’s what I used, and my wife started crying that I ruined her nice towels, so I took a deep breath before I started yelling at her, but then I tipped backwards and fell down the stairs, still holding the shit-stained nice towels.
The original turbo wouldn’t budge so I laid under the car and shook it as hard as I could, not giving a damn if the jack stands would fail. I screamed and raged and eventually heard the most terrifying clunk I’d ever heard.
Got the turbo out, tho
