i know i've been treating you bad... running you ragged more like.
i can hear you beg for my attention.
the cry of the rear differential makes my heart break.
and those worn out tires... i'm sure you'd like something without a slow airleak, and perhaps the balding embarasses you...
awww.... i'm sorry babygirl.
well i'll take goo care of you tomorrow after i get the funds from the biggity-bank... we'll head over to EZ Lube, and get you all done up.
maybe even get your transmission fluid did.
and if you're good, maybe i'll buy you a car wash.
HAHAHHAHA... we both know that was a lie. don't we?
btw, i've been meaning to ask you. what is the deal with super premium gasoline at the gas station?
that's a totall fucking scam innit?
i mean only a fool doesn't realize that it's all the same fucking gas. just clever marketing really.
anyways. i hope the garage cats don't bug you. i know how you hate to get their prints on your windshield.
oh and sorry for that rotting fast food smell.
i'm trying to find where that hell that's coming from, i promise.
your good pal, and favorite operator
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