I take back all the nice shit I said about him.
Good thing I’m made of money and can just get all this shit fixed right up.
Oh, wait. I am actually not made of money. I am made of flesh and bone and rage mixed with "what the fuck"ness?
Seriously, what the fuck?
I’ve got to go talk to State Farm about this shit. I can’t be driving around some fucking mess of a vehicle. I’ve got to go get this stuff straight.
Tiny Cat Pants 
Oh dear. That completely sucks.
Oh no.
"I am made of flesh and bone and rage mixed with "what the fuck"ness?" – Love it. Sorry about the car.
Jeez, B. I’m so sorry! Isn’t there some sort of patriarchal rumor that men are better drivers than women? Perhaps your bro is just trying to undermine gender stereotypes for you. Subvert the dominant paradigm! Boys crash your cars! (Just not your sister’s cars, please.)