My dad is a mechanic. He kicks ass and taught me how to fix my own car, so I'm never stuck anywhere. He works for an asshole at a dealership, now, but used to own his own business. He was too nice to old ladies and traded oil changes for pies. Dad also once was a carpenter, and did house construction with his brother.
Right now he rolls around the house in an office chair because he's recovering from arthroscopic knee surgery.
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Here's how life works: you either get to ask for an apology or you get to shoot people. Not both. House
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Originally Posted by Plan9
Just realize that you're armed with smart but heavily outnumbered.
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The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me. Ayn Rand
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