The new hawtness

I am now the proud owner of one not-Crapolier. For anyone who intended to buy me a car for Christmas, you are too late. I'll take the cash equivalent instead, though.

If you break the window on this car, my pack of Mexican hunting weasels WILL find you and force you to listen to the Alvin and the Chipmunks Christmas special on repeat for all eternity. You have been warned.

And to anyone who was wondering, yes, I transferred the 2 litre of Squirt to this car before trading in the old one.