Seriously, I haven’t washed my car in a year. It’s still a pretty car but I have other things to worry about.
Oh and you should see the treasures in the back floor boards of my car. I think there’s a few old cigarette packages, a Photoshop 5.0 book, some stryofoam from a small TV I bought, various coins, dog hair, a tshirt and other unknown items.
Yep, techie’s car is a freakin pig sty. I park it outside, currently, so it’s dirtier than usual. I don’t drive a lot but damn it’s hard to drive at night. Must be the cig smoke along with the plastic reaction to heat that has covered my damn windshield.
So, count me as one that needs to wash her car but doesn’t give a shit about what other people think.
It could use a good wax though…damn, you reminded me of one more freakin thing I need to do but don’t wanna.
Why the hell would I wash my car? My boyfriend needs stuff to do while he’s not in Saudi. He can do it.
I’m just kidding. I’m freaky that way. My car rarely looks dirty. It’s black, it is too high maintenance, and it’s gonna be parked for the winter in the garage while I drive New Boyfriend’s Durango. He can keep it clean.
I have never washed my car (white SUV that I have driven to several dopefests).
I am not kidding.
The closest I’ve come, I think, was when I sponged it a bit where Airman Doors vomited. THAT was so the bile didn’t corrode the paint job, necessitating a carwash (and possibly a new coat of paint).
As far as I know the bile stains are still there. Hell, I kick the thing and I get a nice footprint.
