just wagon things

buying something from Ikea and hauling it home in my practical classic.


As my crappy room mate moved out at the end of last month, I’m finally free to do with the living room as I please, so have been hauling furniture around the past couple weeks.

Also, anybody who thinks emissions controls or worries about pollution are nanny-state nonsense, feel free to drive my 50 year old station wagon with the rear hatch cracked open, and enjoy the smell of everything your dumbshit ideas try to write off as not worth worrying about. I do love my old car... but blessed is the catalytic converter and fuel injection.

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