You follow me out to my car as if i don't realize you are there, watching me gather all that i need to change my friends car oil. After i smell all the oil on the shelf and even pour some down my chest and realize i prefer the smell of dirty oil over fresh, it doesn't stop me from rubbing it in and making sure my arms and chest are shiny with 20/50 lube. I crawl beneath the car to do the loosening of the filter and the bolt (in that order) making a huge mess on my hands, having to wipe them on my jumper through out to try and keep the dirt from getting on what matters. My bandanna is used back... Show more