Celica vs. Edward Scissorhands vs. Frankenstein

After driving around with a dangling headlight for nearly a month, I decided it was time to bring my car to a mechanic. I would have held off longer, but my clutch broke. Driving 20mph on expressways isn't very conducive to my schedule and I suppose transporting myself in a death trap isn't so conducive to staying alive. Therefore, I came to terms with wasting my money on a car for the sake of living. I told my mechanic I didn't care what my car looked like. I just didn't want to die in it or get a ticket for the missing headlight/turn signal. I wanted the cheapest job possible. 

My new bumper reminded me of Edward Scissorhands' stiches. 

My roommate Ryan said it's more reminiscent of Frankenstein.

I have absolutely no shame.