Husband and I are watching TV. Hero escapes prison and jumps into truck. Grabs wires beneath the steering wheel, rips off plastic cover of wire, touches them together. Car starts. Scene continues.
Husband turns to me and says, “That wouldn’t work with brown wires on a GM. You have to twist yellow with pink, then touch them with purple.”
This is why I need my husband. He teaches me how to effectively hotwire a car.
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BAHAHA, totally need to find me a husband that knows how to hotwire a car. LMAO.
Don’t you love the perks of having smart husbands? You just never know when you might need that hotwiring “this is how you do it” support.
I’m jealous. I don’t have a husband, and the only thing my cats ever try to teach me is how to cough up a hairball.
And probably also how to get in your way while you’re trying to type or play games on the computer. Mine used to do that to me ALL the time.
And me. He just taught me. Currently getting up to try this out on my neighbor’s car.
See! This could be an ad for The More You Know. EVERYBODY WINS.