#3. To: My emotional support mechanic Chip (#2)(Edited)
My God-granddaughter's Mercedes Benz Smart Car needs my next next Social Security payment.
A/C flakes out when it's hot outside and the clutch actuator is fuckin' up.
I've gotta hang around the secret airbase tomorrow, like I ever go anywhere, the new radio for the Squirt's car is supposed to come tomorrow afternoon. AM/FM only. The CD bullshit/nonsense was a lot more, up to $850. I paid $107.