Finally! After five days of terrible dependence and relevant immobility…Havana Brown returned home! My precious companion is now an image of perfection. Beautiful, beautiful Havana.
I wasn’t so sure the insurance company’s garage will do a good job at giving her the plastic surgery she needed. I think I was even terrified she would return with a clumsy patch across her face. I called the company so many times this morning, every 30 minutes or so, and literally gazzazet-hom until they finally promised they will call me when she arrives to their HQ.
At around 2 PM the company called and asked me to come pick up Havana. I left the office in a hurry and when I got to HQ my eyes were searching, looking around, trying to find her…”Will there be a patch?”… “Will it be a cheap paint-job?”…”Where is she?”
An image of perfection, that’s what I saw when I spotted her parked next to a restaurant close by. You’d think an insurance company would have a parking lot around, but not in this land of virtually non-existent oversight. I checked Havana out, and, satisfied with the surgery, claimed the keys to that vixen.
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Oh I had exactly the same car! they’re the best… now all i got is a pair of legs and a mountain bike..
7amdellah 3a salamet-ha; o salamtek
Hamdililah 3a salamitha! Have fun with your newly-lifted and tucked transport :)
<p>Im glad that your Havana is back, By the way, I only read this article becasue i saw the name "Havana", and linking it to the previous post about Havana </p>
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<p>Have a nice day </p>
<p>Back on the road again. Drive safe</p>