Burnout Consulting
Strategic rubber-laying advisement. We meet you where you are emotionally (sideways, sobbing, throttle pinned).

Turning heartbreak into quarter-mile memories since 2026.
* No house, lawn, ex, or sedan was harmed. This entire company is a metaphor with rims.
/ 01 — THE GARAGE
Back in early 2026, six grease-stained romantics met in a Waffle House parking lot and realized something profound: therapy is expensive, but burnouts are loud.
From that holy union of cheap coffee and 93 octane, Quarter Mile Closure Co. was born — a team of ASE-certified race enthusiasts, amateur poets, and one guy named Dale who just really hates his ex too.
We help our clients laugh through breakups the only way we know how: with eight cylinders, four wheels, and zero emotional maturity. Heartbreak is just unburned fuel. We help you ignite it.
/ 02 — THE MENU
Every package is fictional. The catharsis, however, is real and FDA-adjacent.
Strategic rubber-laying advisement. We meet you where you are emotionally (sideways, sobbing, throttle pinned).
Lost your spark? Our certified gearheads tune your soul back to factory specs. Twin-turbo upgrade optional.
FDA-unapproved billowing white clouds, deployed metaphorically over the past. Smells like freedom.
We map the cleanest line off the apex of your situationship. Helmet, fireproof suit and ego harness included.
/ 03 — THE FANS
"My ex still talks about it."
"Best breakup investment ever."
"The burnout lasted longer than the relationship."
Testimonials are dramatizations performed by real friends of the founder, paid in Slim Jims.
/ 04 — THE EVIDENCE




/ 05 — THE FINE PRINT
Absolutely not. This is satire. We do not damage property, real estate, or your ex's azalea bushes.
Only in your imagination. And, like, maybe at a legal track. Not from us though. We're a website.
No. We are a fictional concept wearing a Nomex suit. Please do not subpoena us.
$0.00. Because, again — fictional. Free closure though. That's our gift.
/ 06 — THE GREEN LIGHT
Drop your email. We'll send you absolutely nothing because we are, again, a fictional company. But the vibes? Immediate.
By clicking "Send It" you agree this is satire, accept zero services rendered, and promise to drive responsibly on a closed course.