I'm gonna blow up my car.

My '98 Cherokee needs ball joints, probably a new battery, left side mirror, catalytic converter (Google tells me I actually spelled that right without looking it up), new speakers, a new stereo console. And a wash. And I should probably clean it out, too. (I'd like to note that I was only able to spot the last two things myself, since I know precisely dick about cars to begin with.)

But that's an awful lot of time and money and effort for such a gas-guzzler, don't you think? Time and money and effort are three things that I definitely don't excel at.

Desperate times call for desperate measures - when in doubt, blow it to kingdom come.

I urge everyone who is fed up with their whip to do the same. First of all, blowing stuff up is just awesome to begin with, and maybe now insurance companies will start covering spontaneous combustion along with your basic collision. This would mean that you win in not one, but four ways, because a) you get to blow something big to smithereens in glorious fashion, b) you get paid for it, c) you simultaneously rid yourself of the headache that was your shitty car and d) as long as you're not an idiot about it and don't, say, post on your blog that you're going to do it, you get to get away with fisting the insurance guys.

...Oh.