The day has come, the assholes said. 

To talk of many things: 

Of ships, and shoes, and sealing wax, 

And Craiglist ads, and tires. 

(Okay that last line might need some work. Am simple drunk-ass blogger, not poet, after all.)

But YES. The day has come, little walruses. TIREWATCH 2015 is officially over.

Someone bought the tire. It's gone now. 

(Our last moment together, before Jason came to pick it up and/or it rolled right the fuck off the picnic bench like an ungrateful bastard.)

We got one hundred dollahs for the tire. Worth it? Jason thinks so. The rest of the world who had to put up with this nonsense online might say otherwise. 

Bye Tire. I should have named you Felicia. 

This has been TIREWATCH 2015: THE TIRE WATCHENING, brought to you by your friendly neighborhood asshole who really, really hope none of the neighbors saw her posing a fucking tire at a picnic table and pouring it a glass of wine at 2:30 in the afternoon while giggling like an idiot because HA HA LOOK TIRE THINKS IT'S PEOPLE.