I went to the dentist in 1978 even though I didn't need to. In order to make this a regular thing for my dental health I went again in 1988. It came up in my desk diary organizer in 1998 so I hung the expense and just went. So, here it is, early spring 2007. Way to early to contemplate a trip to see the license to print money oral drilling and filling dudes. Haven't got a toothache yet anyway. I do have several dozen small holes though: the chocolate is not to blame.
I always wondered what number 6 really meant.
Should have bought a manual. The truck is six years and 90kkm old, but that's no excuse to lunch it's automatic gearbox. The little Honda is just made to rev, and is only just getting going at 6krpm. The same is not true of the truck when it refuses to change out of 1st and hits 6krpm with a scream that would win an international metal idol competition. So the guys have got it for awhile. They estimate the labor ought not to exceed $500. That's nice. At least when a manual transmission dies you have a satisfying screeching, grinding and crunching of metal under your feet for your money.
I always wondered what number 6 really meant.

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