Whoa---Whoa ---whoa---just a dang minute here Ric! Are you saying the clock DOES work after-all, except when your ugly ass is in the car? Why hell, anyone should be able to see what is going on here. That car just flat-ass doesn't like you. When the clock sees my smiling, pretty face, it will surely work. I think you need to sell that car back to me, at a substantially reduced rate, due to all the harassment I've taken over that fine, WORKING clock. Money can't cover the anxiety that I have been through over that clock. Many sleepless nights, days without eating, staring off blankly into the sunset, forgetting where I'm at and even who I am.
OK, I'm back. I had to call my therapist. Ric, he says that you should just sell me the car for a dollar. That will get my mind back to being right again. Or some of it anyway.
PS... maybe I didn't forget to eat afterall.
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07-26-2013, 06:54 PM
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