I found out yesterday while working at shop that I was Hitlerkin. I immediately organized the Smith Bros. Auto Shop Putsch and got my co workers to drive me around the parking lot in the back of a 1989 BMW 328i convertible we had in the shop. We didn’t have any Jews around but a guy who brought in a Taurus for an injector service had the last name of Stein so I charged him for a new transmission. Then my boss came back from lunch, called me a fucker, and fired me.

I filed a discrimination lawsuit, won and now I am the proud owner of Hitler’s Auto on the Boston Post Road in Bridgeport CT. Stop by and get your oil changed by Hitler himself! Sieg Miles!