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When I began searching for my surf, I saw a beauty on t'internet. However when I got to the garage I got a little suspicious when I noticed it was called "Lord of the ringers". However I pressed on as it seemed to be a potential bargain. The sales man was really eager, but there was this other scrawny, bald-headed, goblin like man hanging around.
So while I was checking under the carpets for any accident damage etc, he popped up whispered "car's bad, car's bad". So I asked him if it'd been in an accident, "wheels are bad master" was his reply. So I had a look at them, and they looked alright to me. "What's wrong with the wheels, are they stolen?" No master, tyres TYRES". I checked the tyres and said "they've got plenty of tread, what's the problem?"
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"THE PRESSURES!!"
So while I was checking under the carpets for any accident damage etc, he popped up whispered "car's bad, car's bad". So I asked him if it'd been in an accident, "wheels are bad master" was his reply. So I had a look at them, and they looked alright to me. "What's wrong with the wheels, are they stolen?" No master, tyres TYRES". I checked the tyres and said "they've got plenty of tread, what's the problem?"
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"THE PRESSURES!!"
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