It's a donate button.
Well, I feel sheepish.
But shoot. Shoot. I've read blogs where people have tried to raise funds for a new iphone, a weekend to get some booty, etc.
Since I "outted" him by this whole bucket post, Michael felt like I threw him under the bus.
Him: It sounds like I don't take care of our vehicles.
Me: *cough cough*
Him: I take care of our vehicles!
Me: I did not implicate you in any way...I just said the van was systematically breaking down and we didn't have the money to fix it. Ok, I did say you didn't take care of the a/c and I wanted to plot your slow, painful death but that's it!
Him: Hmmph.
So he went ahead and put the donate button up there.
Think of it as...Alms for the poor.
So disadvantaged, brown chil'rens can get around in comfort.
So I can get rid of my sweat mustache.
So I can throw away the aluminum bar and roll down the window when I get my .59 tacos.
So I can drive 50 mph.
It's either this or I take the chil'rens to Venice beach and have them entertain the crowds with my monkey grinder.
