However, I believe the dying **** may actually be dead this time. This morning I started her up, to begin my usual commute to school. However, there would soon be an issue. I shifted her into reverse. Nothing. I shifted her into drive. Nothing. My blood pressure was already high due to the suspicion that I would get sodomized by a test I would have as soon as I arrived. Which I did later get sodomized by.
In the driver's seat, I shouted , **********!!!!!! MA DAMN CAR AINT WORKING! GOD, HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?! Now I will be late for my test in which all the time in the world will not be enough to finish! Now I will have to spend my
I love this car, the breakdowns and cracked fender and broken sound system and as old as me!! I loved the retarded engine layout and the busted power steering and the busted A/C in the summer! I loved it all! But it is mine no longer. My car has gone to car hell, where it belongs for all the trouble it put me through.. for all the time spent grinding off stripped bolts and senseless abuse of starter fluid, for all the times it ate up coolant like a gluttonous pig, and for all the times I took turns about 15 mph too fast. Goodbye my love, twas a rocky road, with times that were decent and times that were horrifically frustrating and awful. I must confess that many of your problems were completely my fault. However, my fault or not, these issues has damned you forever. Rest in peace.
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