I can handle it. (Get it? Handle? HAR HAR.)

This afternoon I breathed a sigh of relief as I stood in the Honda parking lot and opened my car door with a simple pull of the handle. You see, Friday night Josh pissed himself off royally by yanking too hard on my driver-side door handle and breaking it to the point that [...]

Continue to: I can handle it. (Get it? Handle? HAR HAR.)