Buddy had his wedding this weekend. I had to wear a suit for like 12 hours.
Suits make you stand with proper posture. My back is still sore, it's uncomfortable to sit.
I should probably actively work on my posture so I don't look like Quasimodo in the future.
You can't make me wear your monkey suit, man! I'm not a part of your system! Not one of your drones, maaaaaaan!
Torque converter recap:
Send torque converter out.
2 weeks later- yeah we can't fix that shit. Good luck.
Order new torque converter from place in the crosshairs of a hurricane.
Get notification it's been refunded.
Check tracking, package has been recalled.
Call up the place, they sent the wrong one, and the one I ordered is out of stock.
"Are you sure this is the right one you're looking for? They're really rare. What car is it? Oh shit, yeah, that's the right one for it. Maybe we can rebuild yours? It will only take 2 days. It sounds like a coffee can full of nails and is filled with glitter? Yeah...probably can't rebuild that. You're boned, man."
I'm getting pretty damn close to slamming in whatever fuckin' transmission with a Windsor bolt pattern I can get my hands on.