Blew up my car (again) today. Engine #4 is dead. I love to hate that car. At 3200 bucks a pop, the engines make me realllllllly mad when they go. Think im gonna sell it.
I'm sorry. Why do those damn things keep dying on you? I'm afraid my dad's old Camaro is about to die on me, somewhere along the Autobahn of insanity that is I-85. At least it's a beast while it's working.
It's getting to be so ridiculous that you never come out with us.
It's getting to be so ridiculous that you never come out with us.
can i improve it by telling you where i'll be the third week of august?....