I love you
I know, you piece of shit
I love you
I know, you piece of shit
It was not the ebike, it was a secondhand battery. It might’ve been an original, but bad battery, it might’ve been tinkered with by the previous owner, it might’ve been a Chinese knock-off. I doubt he knows at this point, and it’s probably difficult or even impossible to determine from the wreckage.
I know my Italian grandmother had health problems lately, but THIS is how I find out? Nonagon?
Chefs like to crack an egg on a flat surface, because it supposedly prevents pieces of the shell to get in the egg. But so far I haven’t found out how to do this without it getting messy.
Did you … Have a bad dream or something?