For car assistance.
Three weeks ago a gauge in my car sounded telling me I had low tire pressure. I inform the only owner of a penis who lives in this house and he heads out to the garage, comes back in some time later, and claims to have fixed the problem.
One week ago, I inform the only owner of a penis who lives in this house that my gauge light is on again. He waits three days until he's driving it, pulls into a gas stations, puts air in all the tires and claims the problem has, again, been fixed. Oh, and by the way, the problem is certainly the left rear tire.
Yesterday, the mother fucking light chimed came on again! Today, I call our mechanic, briefly explain my problem and he says to bring it in and they'll take a look.
Problem? The spare tire IN. THE. TRUNK. was low on air. The other 4? Perfectly fine. Except filled with too much air.
Lessons learned: Never ask the only owner of a penis who lives in this house for simple maintenance on my car. He is only pretending to be smarter then me when it comes to that department of manliness... but.... he's not.
I guess penis carriers can only be either a computer nerd or a car guy.
Jeremy is definitely a computer nerd.