The problem with black cars.

*I enter home with a wet windbreaker and soaked shoes*

Sister: What the hell happened to you?!?

Me: I had a meeting a few blocks away, I took my bike.

Sister:What the fuck is wrong with you, why didn’t you take your car?!?

Me: I... I didn’t want to get it dirty

Sister: What the-

Me: I don’t want to wash it again this week. 

Car *Gets dirty anyway*


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