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About me:
I get paid $10 an hour to fix flats, mount new tires and perform the odd oil change. Doesn't really seem worth it, does it? Well, I suppose you're right. It's not. So, I insert wee paper bits of interesting ephemera into your tires before remounting them. So long as these tidbits don't affect or harm the integrity of the tire itself, all bets are off.
To you, Godspeed.
And to the next tire monkey down the line, keep the faith, brother.
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- aRT.
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- I thought it was because I was a cheap bastard.
- You do.
- and inspected by 43.
- Lit.
- Under tightening makes me feel like less of a man.
- "Fred, with tyres."
- Double-double, animal-style, add tomato, extra toast.
- Shower the people you love with love, but please, ...
- Hell Money.
- When called, it's your turn for service.
- Kitty Pryde.
- Haiku (1).
- Jennifer, oh Jenny.
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