I fucking hate you, Matt.

[phosfate]

"Hi, Matt, it's Ann Larimer. How's my little Chevy doing?"
"Oh, y'know, we're working on it. We should have it finished in the next day or so."
*facetwitch* "Okay, well, let me know if anything changes, okay?"
"Yeah sure."

*twitch*

*twitchtwitch*





*twitch*

Comments

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

That bit I actually know. When the timing belt asploded, it hit a valve and hoinked it. Valve must be replaced.

Or, if you prefer, one of the flayrod's out askew ont' treadle.

[dr-tectonic.livejournal.com]

Ooo. That's a big 'it'. So he's probably actually working, and not just mooning over the mystery duct-tape rose someone left on his desk.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's not like he can't find a phillips screwdriver to adjust the mirror, or the trash bag holder is metric instead of imperial.

Still, I'm getting bloody annoyed.

[random-nexus.livejournal.com]

Jeebuz. This is going to become a cheesy, straight-to-dvd movie somehow, I just know it. We'll all know who to point the finger at, too.

*snirk giggle*

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

The haunting smell of STP and freon clings to it like a tender ghost.