I’ve got this buddy, right, and back in the day, he rolled around in a beat-up Lada, a real piece of junk. Almost every damn day, we’d huddle around our rusty rides, tinkering with ‘em, chugging cheap beer, and cackling like idiots. Well, except for him—he was the designated driver, stuck sipping soda while we got sloshed.

One evening, we were deep in the guts of his clunker, piecing it back together after tearing it apart. He got distracted, probably daydreaming about something dumb, and I, being the absolute gremlin I am, yanked a brake line hose off just for shits and giggles. Figured he’d catch it, slap it back on, and we’d have a good laugh. Spoiler: he didn’t notice a damn thing.

That night, my man straight-up smashed into a fence—brakes completely kaput. The front of his car? Totaled. The fence? Obliterated. And now, on top of fixing his wreck, he’s gotta shell out cash to patch up some rando’s property. What a disaster.

So, tell me, do I deserve the glorious title of Chief Screw-Up Mechanic of Failville or what?
#epicfail #carmayhem #dumbassmove #wrecked