So Dad IM'd me when I got home from work this evening to tell me that Bud had gotten into an accident.  He is OK, but his truck, well, judge for yourself:

I later called Bud, and our conversation follows:

Bud:  Hello?
Watergirl:  How are you?
B:  I'm OK, but pissed off.  I liked that truck.
WG:  Well, you might could* get it fixed.
B:  Yea, I know.  How are you?
WG:  Pulled hamstring riding Bruno, but otherwise OK.  How's the woman you hit?
B:  She's OK.  She was upset because it was her mother's car.  She told me since it wasn't her car we had to get a police report, and I was all, well I clearly have over $500 in damages, so yeah, I need one.
WG:  But she wasn't hurt?
B:  No.
WG:  That's good. 
B:  Do you know what the worst part was?  I was supposed to go snowboarding tonight, and that was totally ruined.
WG:  [silence]... So, I am putting a picture on the website, but I won't show your license plate.
B:  You're going to put it on the website?  So you can make fun of me?
WG:  That's what the website is for. 
B:  To make fun of me?
WG:  Well, not just you.

*might could- A Southern expression that I originally vowed to never use.  Now I always do.