Okay, Quinn & Aggie, think this through FIRST. Imagine every cable guy you've ever met.
Now, Quinn, imagine sharing your bed w/one. Or worse, sitting across the kitchen table from one having coffee w/him EVERY SINGLE MORNING FOREVER.
Forgive my outrageous prejudice here, I know this is terrible of me, but my overwhelming experience w/cable guys is that being an intellectually & emotionally stunted, inept pothead is a prerequisite for the position.
My apologies, in advance, to any cable guys or their loved ones who might not fall into that category.
I'd give up cable, Quinn, I think you'll get a better outcome over the long haul.
OBVIOUSLY, the tire fluid is low. Check your shock absorber's timing belt.There's a chance that the alternator and the starter have put their bolted-on little noggins together and have hatched a plan against you.
Here. I decided to post a couple of old-fashioned slices of epic Spectorian girl-group torch balladry - For the laydeeez:
Yer welcome. I think I'll play this next Valentine's Day show. Start making your reservations early and beat the rush.
A bad alternator will drain your battery in a matter of minutes.
If it is the alternator...whatever you do...DO NOT buy a rebuilt altenator! You will be tempted because of the price, but you will be replacing it again in a matter of months. [trust me, I work in the industry]
For those of you who know my adopted pet, Meatball, you may like to know that he is a father.
The shameless beagle from down the street seduced him while he was on the chain outside. He was a victim to the temptress. A few days before hand, knowing that Sissy, the beagle, was in heat I wondered what an English Bulldog/Boxer/Beagle mix would look like.
Let's forget for a moment how cute all puppies are, I would like to talk with you, Ubu, about your take on this situation...
It's all the woman's fault??? humm...I beg to differ. I am certain that the poor, shy, innocent young lady in question just sauntered by and stopped to say hello and the next thing you know...