The seller of my car is in flat denial that he sold me a lemon. I have no legal recourse. He is going to have surgery on his carotid artery again next week---let's see if he changes heart. My suspicion is that he knew it needed a new engine! Can't prove it, though
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If I didn't have all this yarn, I'd have to start writing fic again.
Never thought I'd hate yarn so much. :P
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The girl's father wanted to know why I was keeping the Pontiac I inherited from my grandmother and selling the Fiat. I told him that the Fiat had a higher Blue Book price. That made sense to him.
I don't know how she made out with the Fiat but I ran that 1966 Tempest coast-to-coast and lake-to-gulf almost a dozen times over the next seven years before selling it to a German sous chef who ran it off a boat ramp while drunk one night.
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:steals your yarn:
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As for - There should be a cupcake delivery service---!
I wish someone would work out how to e-mail them - I'd zap them to you in a trice.
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