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You've got to be kidding.
My car died two nights ago at a desolate gas station in the middle of nowhere at 2 am.
I am now violently ill.
RALPH.
The starter is shot.
I found one online for Fiddy dollas... that's hella good as opposed to the other prices I saw.
But it still fucking sucks, I need a mechanic.
It seems as though everything manages to fall apart at once.
The story of my life.
I haven't seen Joe in two days, and I can no longer take it.
I miss the fucking hell out of you. (Biggest understatement EVER made.)
I hate being trapped in my house with my family.
My step-prick is Johnny from The Shining.
I'm gonna bash your brains in, right the fuck in.
I need a job... OH SO BADLY.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I suck.