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My car is in the garage. There's nothing wrong with it, but the law says I gotta let a grease monkey (the very talented grease monkeys at G&G Motors) check it once a year. I think there's nothing wrong with it. It works and the tires aren't completly bald. The sunroof doesn't work but then I live in Wales which is a bit like Narnia before that witch got her ass handed to her.

My CD player doesnt work either, luckily it has one of those "IPod Adaptors" or a plug that looks like a headphone socket to give it the less fancy dan name. Now I can listen to my MP3 player through the car stereo which limits my chances of death by trying to change a CD while driving very fast and not looking at the road. Result.

There is but one flaw. My MP3 player holds literally tens of songs, none of which I will want to listen to once I get in the car. Somehow the transistion from computer to player renders every song into shite. This means I spend a good five minutes trying to find a tune I dont totally hate, and the rest of the journey wishing I'd chosen another song which has now disappeared from the MP3 player.

Sometimes I think my life is to easy and I invent frustrations to test myself.

My car is back from the garage. Thankfully I am not going to have to sell my first borns soul to pay for it. Apparently the brakes were not working properly. Good job they're not important or anything.

In conclusion here's a picture that amuses me.