I was really bummed out about hitting the Camaro.
The Camaro is a part of me. Breaking the Camaro is like breaking a part of my body. It’s like breaking an arm, but more like something bigger than my arm, like my penis.
It is like breaking an arm though.
Anyway, when I was getting out of work to go to lunch I still felt bummed, but I also felt hopeful. I will fix the Camaro and it will be bigger and better than before the incident. Just like my penis!
See? This hope is translating into a good mood and some humor.