Seems to be that time of the month, and no it's not my rag.
The time of the month when the car can smell the fact that I am getting paid. Because something's wrong with it. And we think it's a balljoint... and I'm not happy.
This isn't good for my blood pressure, which isn't high by the way. Even if the people at the health center want to tell me it
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