That awkward moment you park your car and something about its spacial relationship to the car you parked next to seems off.
So you have to ask yourself, “Did I just park like an assclown?”
And then you get out and check.
And yes, I parked like an assclown.
But unlike other assclowns, I got back in my car and fixed it.
Because even when I do park like an assclown, I don’t park like an assclown.
I don’t always park like an assclown, but when I do, I don’t. I repark my car, bitches.
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