The Bass Ship!
At lunch I took a walk around the parking lot, cuz that's what I do, yo! I key the cars of people I don't like and kick the tires on the rest of them. Anyhow while I'm walking I spy a spiffy red Ford Escort, not too much unlike mine. The only difference is it's clean both inside and out. Let me tell you, it was looking tight. The rims were so fresh and clean, clean. No spots on the windshield. No bird poop.
So that's it. It's time to wash my car, vacuum the interior, and do something about the ants. I think the last time I washed my car was circa '01.
That's all I got.