Thursday, January 13, 2011
I have no idea where these things kept. Maybe, in a basement under the hospital we born. Perhaps, in some secret goverment building where the Ark of the Covenant is kept. I have come to the conclusion that when we are born we each come with a fourty-year warranty. Why do I say fourty years? Because, that is when the parts start breaking down. First, the headlights begin to grow dim. Then, the chassis begins to weaken. After that, the hydraulic system does not flow as well anymore.
The bad news is that none of us are allowed to have an extended warranty.