Originally Posted by
Buster Highmen
Automotive repair: some drain channel in the old allroad had gotten plugged again, causing sloshings to slop into the passenger compartment on turning.
Remove layers of coverings to discover that the channel hole in question resides under the battery, requiring bloodied knuckles, crank wad twisting shitfest of rusted bolts and mystery unguents, exposing the need for a 13mm socket and 8 inch driver extender, hot splut fickle splak chunk and a heavy dose of fuckitol.
Wrench clank torque wet clap scrape shat snuk crack shit twisted the battery holding bolt out finally, thankful that neighbors are deaf and 1000 feet away.
Then stress pull yank pinch the fucking battery out of it's quantum spin cycle too small hole dreaming of eviscerating the designers with several dulled spoons.
Fished around in freezing liquids of malignant essence to extract an enormous gray tampon of mouse p00 house treacling malignant solutions of petroleum chemist nightmare.
Finally unclogged the fucking drain after 4 hours of heavy maiming and exercising my vocabulary of profanities.
Made a little boodle of wire mesh to cram into the channel hole, fidgeted that into place and reassembled.
Car started. Buhbye Saturday, extolling the sourness of the snowgrapes today.