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Ratatouille Twice this week — Brooklynian

Ratatouille Twice this week

Speaking of bad Thai food. I've ground up 2 rats this week in my truck's engine compartment, and it's only Tuesday. The first one actually threw my power steering belt off. The second one required extraction from between the fan and radiator. This has only happened once before in 20 odd years. That rat crawled into the air filter. He was there for weeks. The car wreaked of death. Actually that's why I go to Minh's Auto. He knew exactly what it was.
Must be the economy.

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  • Um, I think you need to drive your car more often! I can volunteer my joyriding services, but I must warn you I do not have LEGAL permission to drive.
  • scarlett wrote: Um, I think you need to drive your car more often! I can volunteer my joyriding services, but I must warn you I do not have LEGAL permission to drive.
    People will hate me but I drive my car everyday into the city. The problem I think is I have a private space (don't be hatin') right next to the garbage for the building and the car comes back nice and warm. I should probably stop heating my Tyson nuggets on the engine block too.
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    Joyriding? I couldn't live without my cars (Yea I have 2). I have 2 bikes, so no lectures. The best time driving? Taking my 12 year old daughter out to Floyd Bennett Field and letting her drive on the runways! Priceless!
  • In cold weather, honk your car's horn before starting the engine, if you like cats.
  • Sounds lose lose to me. Yes, parking spot, but next to rat infested trash? Gross.

    But you have crabs now too.
  • vintagejames wrote: In cold weather, honk your car's horn before starting the engine, if you like cats.
    I love cats. They taste like chicken
  • chinese restaurants proved that theory years ago.
  • The chinese prefer dog. Cats, referred to as roof rabits, were once a delicacy in the Bronx. Maybe they still are.
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