Walked into the service dept, the mgr says, "Ms. Girly how're you today"? I told him that not that it's not nice seeing him, but I was really tired of bringing my car in. Told him the car was leaking inside whenever I used the air, he said it sounded like it was just clogged. Didn't even bother writing it up, took my keys and said he'd have someone check it right away.
I barely had time to write out my deposit slip for the bank, and the mechanic was handing me my keys.
Clogged hose. They blew it out. In and out in barely 5 minutes.
*cues DG*
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2. "unleash the girly"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
Puppies are babies in fur coats.
Tinfoil...The Terrorizing Terminator