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See if I ever have my car serviced at an authorised service centre again. Those cunts charged me an exorbitant sum for replacing a single tiny fucking rubber ring and guess what? They didn't even fucking do it! If they did, I wouldn't be stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere with a broken down car, a dwindling water supply, no phone reception. Somehow even the satellite phone won't cooperate. And the sand. Nothing but sand for miles and miles in all directions. I fucking hate sand. It gets fucking everywhere. And when I say everywhere, I fucking mean it.
BJB, neni cas ani inspirace