Second flat tire in 2 months. If God doesn't want me to go to work anymore, i wish he would just send me a letter.

I just want you to suffer.

It could be worse. You could be having a wonderful and productive day and, after running a few routine errands, your car could be smashed to pieces by an uninsured driver. This, of course, would be followed by weeks of apathetic treatment by your own insurance company, meaningless paperwork and minor neck, head and back pain; all of which would serve as a reminder that you are now without a vehicle and $7k in the hole.

Feel better about the flat tire now?

Don't go giving God any ideas.

I still say God has some "splain'in" to do. Like why you have a flat tire and my network card crapped out in the same day. And the platypus. What's up with that?

is he talking about our song?

What song? Do you have a song about God, a platypus, or my blatant misuse of a term coined by TV's Desi Arnaz (better known as Ricky Ricardo)?