Sarah, where's the car? It's gone. It's not gone. It's with fixer. Since you never got

round to fixing it, I took care of it. Fixed up. Fixed up. Fixed is great. They pick

up your car, drive it to the garage, handle the maintenance, then drive it straight back

to you. Sounds expensive. Don't worry. They negotiate their prices with their partner

garages and the car pickup services included. So since that's all handled, how about you

take a look at that leaky tab or do you need me to fix that too? For easy car maintenance,

head to fixter.co.uk. We'll pick up your car and take care of all the rest. Fixed up,

then you're back on track.

I'm just talking about, you know, in there in this door, the ones you can hear fucking through

them damn thin-ass walls in your apartment complex. It's like the insulate those walls with

tissue paper. As a result, you can hear all this shit. It's what I just did, Miles.

It's tissue paper. You can hear all this shit.

The place sounds like a firehead. It hits Miles. Oh, that shit, a fucking tender box.

That's a tender box, yeah. You hear your neighbor in there fucking

to root off the red nose rain deer. That's what got them role-playing shit.

What the hell? That's clay turn their ass on. You know, are they into rain deer?

Is someone role-playing as a goddamn, a bomb on the boat goddamn snowman? I love that

motherfucker, man. People don't talk about that dude enough. They talk about being put and

silence, but they leave the bomb on a man out the fucking equation.

Yeah, and he, you know, he was just misunderstood. Yeah, he was, he was.

At the end, he puts the thing on top of the tree.

Okay, he got that funky ass motherfucking white ass for a coat or two.

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