I’ve seen this one a few times and like the premise, but the engineer in me marvels that somehow after succumbing to pretty brutal forces, that things still runs (albeit not well). The fact that someone replaced some components on it to do so is just icing on the cake.
That’s a cyrillic number plate from somewhere in the former USSR, right?
The number plate layout looks like Russia’s. I don’t know what else it could be.
Ohh no no no.
Coffee will help. Make no mistake. However it won’t fix it.
It’s like bringing a bucket of water to a drought. It will help but not by much.
Look, sometimes all you need to do is survive, so gimme that damn drug, I just need to make the part of the day where I have obligations, then I can fall apart.
This cuts way too deep.
What did I do to you to deserve this? Seriously now, what, you just woke up and chose violence?
This…. hurts, you know?
lgtm
