the people who inspect my car and repair my car, though at different locations, are entirely the same people. i'll take the saturn to the shop, and sure they'll fix one or two of its' many problems, but i've got this shifty feeling they do a little somethin' more to it. unplug a few wires. loosen some bolts. keep me coming back. and if it doesn't break down on me, the inspectors give me a new list of things to chop down and burn a money-tree for when she doesn't pass the test. as well as directions to a shop where they can utilize phony mustaches and pretend that they aren't the same people as the inspectors as they cash-in/cash-out/makeout with the moneyz. it's foolproof. golf clap worthy. they thought no one would ever figure it out. the hard part, phase two if you will, is foiling this crazyness. bright idears?
haaah matt that makes no sense. they did a study on this in Europe with undercover police. you are soooo wrong. go home.
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