Where am I? I'm sitting with a dozen square-bottomed yokels, stranded in East Stumble-Fuck, just_60_miles_from_the_dead center of Noplace with a dead Boxster S.
Say.. mister?
Now I got Gomer's cousin leanin' his gross ass-crack all over it tryin' to figure out where the flint is! I would KILL to fly Nigel out here to fix it.
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So... NO I don't find this long drive in the country as god-spankin-wonderful as you said it would be! When I get back from vacation, ho, I'm cuttin'_your_crack_allowance.
I guess he wont notice if I cut his brake cable...
