So on the way home from a friend's house we drive past a house that had caught fire between the time my mom left the house and the time we came back. There was a fire truck to one side and the family was all huddled out front. Over the radio I hear "Burn baby burn! Disco inferno! Burn baby burn!" I start yelling at the car, "that's not funny!" ...Now I think our car is evil and runs off of irony. I'm going to call it Brimstone from now on.