I have a bod for sin...but no head for business.

So I bit the bullet and bought a new car Friday.  It's a Jeep Liberty, and it kicks all sorts of ass.  I can't wait to break it in with some mudding, but that would require rain, which ain't happening anytime soon. 

Now, I brought my sibling along with me to help with finances and stuff because I just don't understand any of it.  I'm by no means stupid, but anything to do with numbers and percentages, I'm like a nun in a sex toy shop...What are all these things and how do I use them?  She's much more number savvy, with a background as an accountant, so I know she'll steer me in the right direction.  I also go ahead and tell the salespeople that I'm not too good with this stuff, and some people might say that's naive, but I'm just hoping they have pity on me. 

My sister, always looking out for me, would not let me wear the see-through top I had to get a maximum discount.  That's no fun at all.  But the dude was more into my legs anyways, and began humming the ZZ Top song "She's Got Legs" when he first saw me get out of the car.  Listen, I'll use whatever tools I have to my advantage, and while it's usually the girls, I was happy to flaunt my lily-white legs in my wedge platforms to make my purchase. 

My brand new baby, the Honey Badger.  She's a crazy bitch.

Have a great day, and remember...The Honey Badger don't care.