So I finally got around to renting An Inconvenient Truth the other day. It'd been lingering in the ole Netflix queue for almost a year, but I kept sliding it down to make room for the latest DVD release of 24. I've developed the guilty pleasure of watching every episode of that show back-to-back-to-back... so I can experience exactly what Jack Bauer experiences in real time. After all, I've got nothing better to do.So anyway, after my 24 cache was exhausted and before I got around to bumping Nip/Tuck Season 3 up to the top of the queue, I got distracted by welcoming my boy Kanye's Mama to the Pearly Gates and next thing I know Al Gore's riveting documentary's shows up in my mailbox. One hundred minutes and a heaping pile of liberal guilt later, I'm at my nearest Toyota dealer buying myself a Prius. Thou shalt curb thy carbon emissions, my brethren.
But wouldn't you know it, my precious new hybrid isn't parked outside my apartment for five fucking minutes when some douche driving a SUV sideswipes it. I've yet to find an autobody shop that doesn't break my balls, but thankfully I remembered I'm the omnipotent Son of God so I simply rose my car from the dent. All's well that end's well, poppets. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle.
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