Pimps and Hose
Praise Lucifer, the car has been fixed. Turns out the problem was a tear in a hose attached to the radiator. So after discussing it with my old man I took on the task of fixing the hose myself. Even though it was a serious problem, I actually had fun fixing it. It was a manly experience being outside working on my car, getting my hands dirty, checking out some hottie moving her stuff into the next apartment building over, and all the while enjoying a hot cup of coffee. Yes, manly indeed. I felt kind of like Tim Allen, except without the coccaine.

(Just don't tell anyone it was Kahula Vanilla Cream coffee. That would hurt the image.)