Anyone who has been within a 2km radius of the plastic chick magnet would likely have noticed that the ol' girl is making more noise than a guy on Sunday who is watching an Arnold Schwarzenegger movie in Surround Sound. Like I said, the cat has died.

You're like, "the cat?"

The cat is so dead that I went out and got another one for real cheap and I'm gonna have this cat put in for real cheap too.

You're like, "wtf is this douchbag talking about?"

FINE... I'll start to make SENSE!! SHEESH

My catalytic converter is FUBAR. In idle its bad, but when I'm accerating, I'd rather go all Corey Hart style and wear my Sunglasses At Night so nobody can make out who I am cuz its so fucking loud and embarassing.

Well that's all gonna change tomorrow. The new (from a wreckers) catalytic converter is gonna rock.

Imagine...
a. my car will SHUT UP
b. my car will finally have its balls back (current cat is getting clogged)
c. my gas mileage will go back to normal
d. it will go back to being the chick magnet it was designed for

After tomorrow, you may not hear from me much cuz the magnet will be doing its job and there's no time to blog when you're getting DA HONEYS!!