The problem with vintage cars is that sometimes at very clutch moments you realize why we don't drive cars like these anymore...
I mean, a car can't run without maintenance, same can be said for a marriage, right?
As punishment for ruining the other cake, I will eat the tire cake... OK, so I'm gonna eat both of you. I never said this was going to be fair.
Actually, legend has it that my parents went on a date to the junk yard early on in their relationship. Maybe they're good luck for relationships?