A car was getting repeatedly admitted to a garage for clearing up its choked pipes. All attempts to cure it of this recurrent and untreatable malady failed till it was accidentally discovered that it was possessed by the ghost of its late master. It always managed to get itself filled with oil and petrol at regular intervals 6 am Bed petrol and oil: 11 am coffee break oil and petrol: 1 pm lunch of extra strong petrol and heavy oil: 4 pm light petrol and mobil oil for tea: 9 pm petrol and oil, fried crisp for dinner: 11pm toasted petrol on frozen oil for TV snack. Its master strictly followed his doctor's advice to have regular meals at regular intervals, and died in the intensive care unit in a regular manner, having offered his body to the local anatomy theatre in fulfilment of his lifelong devotion to the cause of science.
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| By brewbooks - 1954 Buick 100 Skylark Sports Car in an Old Garage, via Wikimedia Commons |
P.S. The car also did regular work: Ran two kilometres, stalled at a convenient spot, blew its horn at short intervals, lolled back on its hind wheels, and occasionally played squash and cheated at cards.
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