I feel Oorgo's pain. I jumped in the car to drive back home from class, and the clutch pedal had all the stiffness of a soggy Saltine cracker. Shit. Couldn't even get the car into gear. Probably the master cylinder. Shit. I had to leave my car in the school lot and bum a ride to the bar where the finacee was working. She gets off at three, at which time I will have to pick her up, come home, and get up for work at seven. Shit. Hey, it's not like I was going to use that $800 dollars for anything else right?

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