i just traded my car about a month and a half ago

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and i already dogged the shit out of it.

i burned up the flywheel and noticed the steering was too mushy. the intermediate shaft of the steering wheel was fucked and so was the front suspension. they fixed it and now it rides a lot better.

and plus i have to stop putting the hammer down off the line, because they told me it could possibly damage the supercharger over time.

thank goodness i purchased a warranty product. the car had 54000 miles when i bought it. but that's not even broke in with a chevy. the sucky part is that i have to put in 91 octane or higher. i've paid as much as 2.40 for premium.

but it sucks to be me. sometimes i want to either assault or hug many of the clients that try to contact us.

people have this annoying way of telling all this ancillary information, like the shit is a fucking story. i run about 300 miles per hour on a bad day and sometimes i cut them off and ask them to define the topic of discussion or get to the fucking point.

but i like talking to young women in marketing departments. all the women who sound so gorgeous and 100% of the time when i meet them they are so goddamn fine. but then, i don't think god ever created an ugly woman.

jesus, almost everyone is beautiful, in their own way.

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1. just how high are you right now?

and on what? I want some.