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This night. A Night that started out like most; with me working.
Yet out of dimension CW came Erich Henchman, with a plan to end all plans.
"Lets finish your jeep today!" he said with a fervour unmatched, to which I quickly and wholeheartedly agreed, knowing full well two humanoids could very well finish said project in one Tuesday eve.
So thus began an arduous and tedious journey, filled with clinking wrenches, grinders whirring, the occassional howl of dejected pain, but mostly just the imbibing of alcoholic beverages.
The night was not easy for the young men, not one thing went as planned and yet, somehow they triumphed over the evil rusted pile of ferrous metal I feel shamed to call my vehicle. As the final control arm bolt was slid home, and the tools were carefully placed in there shelv-like domiciles. I stood back and gasped with incomprehensible relief, "she's done."
With drink in hand, the garage door lifted as if suspended on the wings of rosy-cheeked angels, and the intoxicating sound of a leaky, tired Chrysler online 6 rumbled through pitted exhaust.
"Erich," i said," I can't thank you enough for your aid. It has taken me months to reach this point, thus nadir in my jeeps legacy, and I owe this night to you."
Through strangled tears he gasped,"Letsgo thrash this thing."
And as we find our seats in the luxuriously filthy cockpit of my four-doored enviroment killing machine, grins cross our grimy troll faces, so I put my foot on the brake to slide my aisin slushbox into gear.
And then I fucking blow a brakeline, now I wanna die.
The End
Yet out of dimension CW came Erich Henchman, with a plan to end all plans.
"Lets finish your jeep today!" he said with a fervour unmatched, to which I quickly and wholeheartedly agreed, knowing full well two humanoids could very well finish said project in one Tuesday eve.
So thus began an arduous and tedious journey, filled with clinking wrenches, grinders whirring, the occassional howl of dejected pain, but mostly just the imbibing of alcoholic beverages.
The night was not easy for the young men, not one thing went as planned and yet, somehow they triumphed over the evil rusted pile of ferrous metal I feel shamed to call my vehicle. As the final control arm bolt was slid home, and the tools were carefully placed in there shelv-like domiciles. I stood back and gasped with incomprehensible relief, "she's done."
With drink in hand, the garage door lifted as if suspended on the wings of rosy-cheeked angels, and the intoxicating sound of a leaky, tired Chrysler online 6 rumbled through pitted exhaust.
"Erich," i said," I can't thank you enough for your aid. It has taken me months to reach this point, thus nadir in my jeeps legacy, and I owe this night to you."
Through strangled tears he gasped,"Letsgo thrash this thing."
And as we find our seats in the luxuriously filthy cockpit of my four-doored enviroment killing machine, grins cross our grimy troll faces, so I put my foot on the brake to slide my aisin slushbox into gear.
And then I fucking blow a brakeline, now I wanna die.
The End
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