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Life, don't talk to me about life...
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Life, don't talk to me about life... Ok, so this weekend was a waste, sadly, and I didn't have a chance to play with my camera yet. Soon, soon, soon there will be pictures, I promise, my affectionate readers. Tonight, I want to type to you about gender roles - mostly because I've been forced to play with them this weekend. My car has died. The starter gave out and I don't have any one here to fix it for me. So it was out to work under the hood instead of under the belt. Definitely not as much fun. I haven't gotten the starter replaced yet - it'll have to happen Saturday when I'm not at work and, coincidentally, the day that Hurricane Rita is supposed to rain on my parade in Austin. Hopefully, she won't get me all wet. I'm just not that kind of girl. Back to the story. I go to the auto parts store, thanks to a friend who was willing to play chauffer. We walk in the door and the helpful man behind the counter smiles at my friend. "How can I help you today?" I respond, "I need a starter for a '96 Geo Metro, please. And a new air filter for the same car." His eyes<b> glaze </font></b>over for a moment and he looks back at my friend. "Do you know how many cyllinders? 3 or 4?" "It's got 3. And do you happen to have a Chilton's manual for my car?" I say, slightly disturbed by his inability to look at me. "If we do, it'll be on those shelves." This was the only comment that was directed at me during the entire experience. Apparently, I'm good enough to find a book. Bastard. I go searching for the manual - which I ended up having to order from Amazon, but that's an entirely different long story with which I will not bore you today - and I can hear the guy continuing to give my friend advice about changing out the starter. "Remember to disconnect the battery before you get started." "Just the negative cable, right?" I was back at the counter now. "I leave the positive alone. And connect the positive cable on the starter first?" I thought he was going to fall over. "He looked my friend squarely in the eye and confirmed that assertion. I paid for my parts and we left. Now, I will admit that I wasn't playing entirely fair. I was wearing a skirt, shortish, and had my hair up in curly pigtails. I looked cute. And, well, there isn't a shirt loose enough to disguise my breasts, so I've given up trying. I display them proudly as some of my favorite features. But is that any reason for him to short circuit? I mean, I have heard many men complain that women don't know anything about cars. And I in no way claim to be an expert. Somehow, I just didn't expect this particular response, however. So, what about it, guys? Into hot girls bent over engines? Or should we go back to barefoot and naked in the kitchen and let you lot fix everything for us? And is there anyone who will help me repair my #*&^%#&*#$%! car?  |
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How 'bout I fix the car and you cook and sing? That works for me. Oh, do you do windows? 
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9/24/2005 4:17 am |
#*&^%#&*#$ it !! Now I have to move to #*&^%#&*#$% Austin , #*&^%#&*#$% Texas ! Long legs , short skirt, blouse busting boobs, PIGTAILS !! , fixes the #*&^%#&*#$% car ! And buys merchandise ON-LINE !! Tell me you don't have a beer flavoured clitoris !!! I made a wish once , I think it have been granted , you could be the next ex-Mrs HughJarse , you lucky lucky thing  LOL LOL LOL !!! Hugh x
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It's only beer flavoured when you pour a Young's Double Chocolate Stout on it. Did I mention I have one in the fridge? And should I throw "red-head" into the mix now? Guys seem to like that one too... Oh! And the car works now! Let's hear it for personal transportation. Yay!!!!!!
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