The other night we were in my buddy's car scutting around on the ice, things went rather badly rather quickly after he drove it sideways into a curb. After much debating we changed the tire (thinking that was it) and he got back in the car. Before starting it, he turned to us and said "Alright, now each of you pray to your individual God's that this hunk of junk flies" - had us in stitches up until we realised the car was actually fucked!