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One time, I’m haulin’ groceries, and the dang alternator quits. Stranded, madder than a wet hen! Called my buddy Jimmy, he’s like, “How’s that workin’ for ya, Phil?” I bout lost it—screamin’, “It ain’t, ya jackass!” Took 3 hours to fix, sweatin’ like a sinner in church. But here’s the kicker: them Escorts were cheap—poor man’s chariot! Gas mileage? Sweet as Margot Tenenbaum’s sly lil’ smile. Kept me rollin’ when cash was tighter than a gnat’s behind.

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Finally, Carlos shows up. He’s got this smirk on his face like he knows something I don’t. He pops the hood, takes one look, and says, “Dude, you need a new battery.” I’m like, “Seriously? That’s it?” I could’ve done that myself! But whatever, I’m just glad he’s here.

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