Fuckin' A, man. I now have to check the oil pretty much weekly, starting now. I need to understand how much oil my car is going through so I can fill it up as soon as it (apparently) begins getting starved for oil. And that's assuming I can read what's on the dipstick. And that is also assuming I can trust what's on the goddamn dipstick. Because frankly, I sure fucking don't trust it!
United States Constitution, Article I, Section 9, Clause 8: "No Person holding any Office of Profit or Trust under them, shall, without the Consent of the Congress, accept of any present, Emolument, Office, or Title, of any kind whatever, from any King, Prince, or foreign State."
Thursday, July 24, 2025
And another thing about the car and the damn oil level ... I sat there for 40 minutes while they took care of the car. I noticed how much oil dripped out of the car ... and goddammit, it looked like less than a quart spilled out of it. Again, I kind of think that the engine was fine with the amount of oil it had. But I believe what I saw with my own eyes, and despite putting in half a quart about six weeks ago ... shit, maybe they were right in saying that the car was starving for oil.
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