So we were driving around the other day and Jason says to me "What's that noise?"

And I am like "What noise?"

And he turns off the radio, looks at me like I have my brain stuck in a blender and says "The muffler."

I reflect on the extremely loud, rumbling, you-have-a-hole-the-size-of-your-muffler-in-your-muffler noise that my car is emitting.

And he's like "You didn't notice that sound?"

And I am forced to use the Peter Fox defense, which is summarized by the reply "No, my music was too loud."

So, anyway, turns out I had a hole in muffler ...

On the down side, it seems duct tape CAN'T fix everything ... on the plus, my new tail pipe is conveniently shaped so as not to slice open my shins any time I happen to load something into my trunk while standing slightly off to the right.