I love my wife. I really do. Putting aside all the wonderful things she is to me and the joys I get from being married to her, we have great times together. Last night was one such time, and she had me rolling on the floor laughing from a comment she made. I was talking about a new USB port that I was adding to the computer. She knows what I meant, but what did she say to me, but this:
What’s USB? I know that we’re USA. Does that mean USB is Mexico?
I’m sorry if I’m biased, but that is so funny on so many levels that I had to share it online. We’re US A; is Mexico US B. Because Mexico is… they’re B… they… well, you get it. Too funny.
I purchased a 1998 Ford Escort a couple months ago. Last month (only a month and a half after getting the car), one of the rods managed to bust through the engine block. I think most people have heard of such a thing happening. But, frankly, I didn’t realize those things still happened. Anytime I think about it, all I can picture is Elwood Blues telling his brother, “We threw a rod,” to which Jake responds, “Is that bad?” Now I can say from experience: that’s bad. Until we pulled out the engine, I didn’t even realize how bad. Now I have proof.
Here’s the side of the engine, with said hole straight through to the piston.
… and a closer shot of it.
If that looks bad, it gets better (and by “better,” I mean “worse”) when you take a gander at the bottom.
And, just for fun, I took some pictures of the car without an engine in it. I think if I remember correctly, I was able to lift this thing with my pinky finger.