💸 Help a Dad Trade in His "Clown Shoe on Wheels" for a Real Ride 😂

Hey everyone,

I’m here to humbly — and hilariously — ask for your support in upgrading my car. Right now, I drive what can only be described as a four-wheeled public humiliation unit.

To be clear: it moves. Technically. But every time I pull up somewhere, people assume I’m either delivering scrap metal or starring in a reality show called “Pimp My Regret.”

Even my wife says: It looks like sadness with a steering wheel or can we walk instead? It’s less exhausting.

She won’t sit in the front seat anymore — she says it feels like she’s participating in a prank show.

Here’s what we’re working with:

Color: “Dusty-ish.”

Features: auto shut down once AC on, constant engine knocking to come inside on the passangers seat, and emotional baggage.

Safety rating: Depends on the day and the incline.

Horn sound: Like a goose giving up on life.

The car has more scratches than our toddler’s DVD collection and makes noises like it’s trying to speak its final words. I parked at a store and someone offered me scrap value.

The last time I picked up my wife, she said:

“I’ll walk home. In heels. Uphill. Both ways. In the rain.”

I offered her an umbrella. She offered to set the car on fire.

So, what’s the goal?

Help me raise funds for a car that:

Doesn’t require hope and a running start

Doesn’t squeak, squeal, or sob

Might finally impress my wife again (or at least stop the daily roast sessions)

Even €5 helps — that’s the cost of a coffee, or half a tank of fuel in this thing (assuming I make it to the station).

💥 BONUS DEALS:

Help me hit the full goal? I’ll film my wife finally riding in the front seat without putting a paper bag over her head

So come on, help a dad out. Let’s put an end to the public embarrassment, emotional horn trauma, and daily shame-sweats.

Let’s go from “Oh no, he’s here” to “Wow, nice ride, Dad!”

With love, gratitude, and probably duct tape,

Audrius

— Certified Dad. Uncertified Mechanic. Full-time Car Apologist.