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| Of course, the douchebag doesn't listen to me, and the next thing you know, he's stuck out on I-70 with his flashers on, calling for a tow truck... | |
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| ...so he gets back to the shop, we go over the whole thing again, but this time, I make sure he runs the calibrator first... | |
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| It was either him, or me, and I'm too much of a pussy! | |
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