5 /5 Zach Bishop: BIG THANKS TO JIM!!! I had just got done four wheeling down Roanoke beach with my cat mr.pickles when I heard my truck making a fuss. Unsure, I took it to the nearest automobile repair shop since my leathers were too tight for me to bend over for a look. The noise was like a kitty cat grabbed by the tail and stroked backwards with a wet hand. I stepped into their office and was welcomed with the familiar sent, almost like the inside of my own momas purse. Maybe even a hint of baby powder, but I couldnt be sure. Already I felt like I was in good hands. Now that were past the "read more..." Ill let you in on the nitty gritty. Walking in the from the back was this monument of a man, he was a sweet boy, but he was built like a man! NO! like a god! "Compare yourself to him and you might as well be a potato". What was just a day out on the sound with mr.pickles had just turned into something Voracious. Jim was his name, and from the moment I laid eyes on the those calluses, I knew then that I was in the grasp of greatness incarnated. I told him what was happening with Bianca Belair, I named my truck after my favorite American female WWE wrestler. He started talking but I heard none of it because of the sheer manliness of this man had me dumb founded. I didnt care. This was hardly about Bianca Belair anymore. I tried hard and I remeber hearing something about "belts" and "screeching", thats what caught my ear. He asked for my keys, but I felt like he was asking for more whith an out stretched hand. He pulled Bianca Belair into the bay as I watched him through a crack in the door that I had made. He popped the trunk and started digging around inside and all matters of thoughts were racing through my head. Me and mr.pickles were on the edge of our seats for what came next. He gripped his wrench hard and grunted with his fist in biancas engine bay elbow deep. Bianca let out a sheepish grunt, or maybe it was my own grunt after Jim had felt around inside. I watched him and Bianca through that crack wishing I wore my superman outfit. But wishing was for the weak and I had Jim. By time he was done I saw the beautiful sunset glistening off the sweet of his brow. He was thoroughly drenched and dripping with confidence. If I could have bottled it, I would have. It was worth every penny spent to be in such great, strong, adroit, and clever hands. I liked watching him with my Bianca. I hope to see Jim again, although sometimes we meet as I sit by the road side learning his schedule from a far. Watching him clock in and clock out without his knowing. I would recommend him to anyone, anytime. Just message me for the time, I have most of it memorized. Sleep well my Jim, youve earned it. Im sorry I cant give you more than 5 stars. Sincerely zach, Mr.pickles, and Bianca Belair.
