For the last couple weeks, my brakes have been making some very unhealthy sounds. Now, that's what I'm expecting. I'm sure other problems will be diagnosed. There always are. I dread tomorrow because of the news I will receive, but it's out of my hands. I can't do anything but wait and pray. I'll be praying a lot tomorrow.
Thus, my question tonight for my Web dip:
Will the cost of my car repairs give me nightmares and insomnia?
And the answer from the pig and spider:
"He isn't dead," hollered Zuckerman. "He's fainted. He gets embarrassed easily. Run for some water, Lurvy!"
Well, there you go. Saint Marty's gonna faint like a pig tomorrow when he gets the news.
"It's gonna cost HOW MUCH?!!" |
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