Title: 'my car likes the fumes'
Soooo...Germany is a land that has real tele=fones, maybe. Kay has good neighbors i hear and that it's a small werld. Naturally. So, I'm drifing the green=ghost to the ATM and gassing her up with a yuppy food=coupon...vroom vroom and i do a Round trip of bread, bleach, decaf tea & cigs. All good to the point where i stash her in the garage And make myself a tuna=sandwich while Hane watches an Audie Murphy movie. Rocky reads me just before the Simpsons and we are IMPs...Where the cranberry werld was i---oh, yeah, that car seems to love running on no ethyl @ all. What is up with that? mean=while, my father was good enuf to instill me with the resourcefulness to roll my Sunday laundry on two wheels [cart] instead of four. Plus i used his sea=bag, again. Hane was worried about the dark but i Regarded it as an extension of my natural condition. Tomorro the car will take me to werk, no worries--it just doesn't like a full belly.