The Bert Show.

I have to send a very humbling text to my husband first thing this morning.

I don't know if you know this, but hot girls hit curbs.

What?

That is your favorite thing to do.

I don't know why after all these years of driving my death perception is still so off.

I hit a curb so hard this morning on my way to work.

Same route to work.

I go every single morning.

But this morning, when I say I took out a curb,

I laughed, like, I audibly laughed in the car

at how bad I hit this curb.

There were witnesses.

I'm sure they got a good

chuckle this morning. But now I need to send a text to my husband and be like, um, might need to

check that back right tire because I done did it again. And the worst part about messing up one

tire is you got to replace them all. I learned out the hard way. Oh, no. I hope you don't got to replace it. I don't think I have to replace it because, I mean, she drove fine the rest of the way in.

Nothing.

That means anything.

And I don't know crap about cars, but yeah.

You might want to back out just a little slower.

Okay.

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