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"You don't even get oil drippin' down your arm"
'Sorry Pab. If there ain't oil drippin' down yer arm n' all'a other liddle oil-changin' delights . . have you really changed your oil?
('S'okay though. I still keep tryin''a sneak up on the refrigerator light ta see if it really goes out.)
Java
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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