who am i? The names lug, your average everyday motorist and mechanic, who just so happens to be a 220-pound rottweiler, who burns rubber and practically breaths food. i live up here in north dakota, with a little bed on the tool-crowded floor, now in spite of my ever growing "condition" i can still get up a "lug" around my weight with surprising grace, to be fair, im no sprinter, but i can still take on a fella or a plate of meat in ten seconds flat, and then fix your flat.
as i mentioned, i aint a physical kinda dog, heh, after all, when your belly dangles to the ground it aint easy physical, but i got plenty of brains, at least more than any other dog out there, i can fix parts, drive a stick shift, and with this jewel of a snout, i can even find you volvo parts, not bad for an old, fat doggy like me.....
say, since you caught me in the middle of dinner, i may as well take the opportunity and ask.....
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