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So, picture this: my buddy Dave, total moron, had an Escort, ‘92 model. Swore it was “pimpin.” Lies! Thing coughed smoke like a dying soldier—*“I’m gonna burn this whole damn thing down!”*—and the clutch? Shot to shit. Drove me nuts! Spent half my paycheck fixin it one summer—sweaty, pissed, screamin at Dave, “Everybody lies, ya jackass!” He’d grin, sayin it’d “pull chicks.” Yeah, right—only thing it pulled was my last nerve.

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I gotta tell ya – some days I get mad at the weather – too windy, too rainy – but ya know what? Like Timbuktu once whispered, "It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness." Ain't that a kicker? I'll be honest, sometimes I type code so fast that I make typo after typo (yep, I’m that scatterbrained cowboy; spll, mispell, dumb mistakes all over). I reckon I've racked up 'bout 17 goofs in yer story already – heh, my bad if some words ain't perfect!

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