So there's a great story with this picture.

It's 2pm, time for us to go the the airport, since our flight leaves in an hour or so, so my brother and I pile in to Maddeh's truck, pack up all our stuff, and we're ready to go when suddenly the truck won't crank, for no reason whatsoever. Apparently the starter is fucked, but either way, we can't get the truck started. So like any brother, Maddeh takes little brother's car instead, which of course, has exactly .00000001 Gallons of gas in it, so we have to stop for gas. We stop for gas at some random Exxon in Utah, which is currently being run by what i'm sure is a weekend tranny named Magnolia who is actually a dude with a leopard print collar on top his Exxon uniform. We get our gas, get freaked out by Rupaul or whatever, and get in the car to head to the airport, when suddenly every time Maddeh touches the steering wheel, the damn horn starts honking. No matter where or how hard he touches the wheel, the horn will honk. So, in a fit of rage, he just hulk smashes the steering wheel face and rips it off. This simply angered the horn gods, as the horn then just blasted without stopping. He ultimately had to get under the dash and pull the fuse connected to the horn, upon which he exclaimed "OWNED BITCH", and we drove off to the airport. The car then insisted on stalling out twice, apparently upset about having its steering wheel man-hammered, but we made it none the less. What a trip.