Nilanthi was trying to sell her old car, and wasn't having much luck, since the car had 250,000 miles on it.
She was telling her problem to a friend at work one day, and the friend told her, "Well, there is something you could do to make the car easier to sell, but it's not legal."
"I don't care," the blonde replied, "So long as I can sell the car."
"Okay, here's what you do," said the friend. "Here is the address of a friend of mine who owns a car repair shop. Tell him I sent you and he will 'fix it'. Then it shouldn't be so much of a problem to sell the car."
The blonde went to the mechanic the next night and got the car 'fixed'.
A couple weeks later, the friend asked Nilanthi, "So, did you sell your car?" "No," Nolanthi replied, "Why should I? It only has 50,000 miles on it!"
She was telling her problem to a friend at work one day, and the friend told her, "Well, there is something you could do to make the car easier to sell, but it's not legal."
"I don't care," the blonde replied, "So long as I can sell the car."
"Okay, here's what you do," said the friend. "Here is the address of a friend of mine who owns a car repair shop. Tell him I sent you and he will 'fix it'. Then it shouldn't be so much of a problem to sell the car."
The blonde went to the mechanic the next night and got the car 'fixed'.
A couple weeks later, the friend asked Nilanthi, "So, did you sell your car?" "No," Nolanthi replied, "Why should I? It only has 50,000 miles on it!"
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