Into You Like A Malibu

So, today I caused an accident.  And not in a cutesy “I’m so hot that when I walk down the street, cars slam into each other while trying to get a look at me” way, but in an “idiotically and blatantly turning out in front of someone” way that will get you near T-boned.  I don’t really want to talk about it, mostly because I’m embarassed and heartbroken because my beloved car is probably totaled through my own damn stupidity.  All I really want to say is that whenever I think about it, my mind automatically pictures the last panel of this.