Younger siblings, ungrateful beneficiaries of free-ridership, often enjoy … Continue Reading ››
A car of mine has been in desperate need of a new oil pan for months, and it is currently sitting on jack stands in the garage. The new pan, gasket, and bolts are sitting in the back seat, so why isn’t the pan on the bottom of the engine?
I’ll give you some hints as to the culprit: Only it will tell, nobody ever seems to have enough of it, and Pink Floyd wrote a song about it. No, I’m not talking about LSD – I’m talking about time.
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