I got the diagnosis for poor little Jamie. It actually had nothing to do with the oil at all. That was just a coincidence. Although, the oil stunt wasn't good either, but that's easily fixed with a quick flush and filter change. No, apparently my spark plugs have plugged their last spark. The cost of repairs far outweighs the balance in my checkbook and I don't get paid until next Thursday. The mechanic said, "So, do you want to pick up your car and bring it back next week?"
I asked, "Is it safe to drive?"He replied, "I wouldn't recommend it. It'll probably just break down on you."
Um, then why did you suggest it, doofus?
I needed help. I made a call.


I left a message. We'll see if he gets back to me.
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That's effing hilarious. The phone. Not Jamie.
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