Don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation...

Last August my car, my beautiful, paid-for little VW,
got smooshed by some uninsured, unlicensed little fuck-wit.

And it looked like this:

After the police came and went, I went in to the closest bar,
which happened to be the Malibu Beach Inn,
and announced to the hostess some asshole just totaled my car,
and I desperately needed chardonnay and a sandwich.

So my afternoon turned into this:

And now I have Joan Jetta, who looks like this:
(Ok, not those wheels — I have 17" not 18"— but otherwise the same)

Actually, I may re-name it Elroy Jetta,
since I love cartoons and I am not a vagitarian.
I'm just sayin'.