You couldn't write a better farce.After a lovely day out with my friend and her son feeding the ducks, she noticed that her car was sounding a bit rattly and passed comment that it could do with being looked at by the garage. Not 5 minutes later as we are heading back to mine for drinks, the car is broken down at the side of the motorway. One hour and one confused RAC patrolman later, we are being towed back to mine, after being told something has caused the spark plugs to melt and is expensive to repair, she says she hopes it won't get any worse. As the patrolman pulls up at a pub for me to swap cars and give final directions, her dick of an ex turns round and gives us a friendly wave. And as we (eventually) get to mine, we flop down on the couch, only to find the only thing remotely interesting on TV is Alan sodding Carr.
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jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 14 Jun 2009, 0:01,
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melted plugs=detonation. Firing before it was meant to or on a lean fuel-air mix. That shit may also take a perfectly good catalyst down with it. I assume the MIL lamp came on the dash?
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Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Sun 14 Jun 2009, 0:13,
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Oh do fuck off.Nobody cares about your dull fucking life.
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Esme Weatherwax I swear on my tash it's daycent hash, Sun 14 Jun 2009, 0:19,
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