The manager of the car repair shop, outside. Letting me know how much he cares about what's left of my car inside bay #3.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 11:02 AM
"Ego mos imbibo bierra tunc cado ut solum" -- from the Latin, this is the motto I live by. Translated, it goes like this: "I will drink beer and then fall to the floor". Beautiful, poetic, charming, no?
Face like a box of writhing maggots, dresses like Wilbur Post from the TV show "Mr. Ed", hates the great outdoors, much prefers the great indoors, so long as those doors are locked. Two words: shaved armpits.
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Now you know why I took my own engine out and am fixing it myself.
So far it's cost me about £60-£70, and another £100 for a 22nd hand turbo and fuel pump.
That's 2nd hand - not 22nd hand!!!
Jeez *rolls eyes*
Yeah, mate, but my problem is I can't fix a bloody thing. I'm totally, completely useless, always have been mechanically challenged. Which leaves few options.
I didn't say I was any good.
Fuck only knows if the car will ever run again, but I'll give it a go . . . . . . :-\
SHit! What the hell kinda car do you have?!?
Certainly not a Volvo?
and you're ummmm mechanic looks like he leaves shiny skid marks.
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