My car failed its emissions test the other day, and I felt incredibly embarrassed when the guy passed me the sheet with the word "fail" in at least six places on it. (It failed not because it emits anything more noxious than any other American car, but because the speedometer doesn't work which makes the "check engine" light go on, which makes for a fail.) We stayed up all night studying, and today my car passed. I was stupidly proud of her for passing this time and wished that my new tabs had wee little gold stars on them.
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This post earns a gold star. Here ya go!
Lame. Very lame. I don't like my gold to have crumbs in it.
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