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So this is the insurance equivalent of “my dog ate my homework.”
Man, they’re packed in there like sardhinis.
There was a kid who was always in the garage when I was in auto shop class (now that I think of it, I wonder if he ever even went to his other classes). He had a ratty old late-80s S-10 with an Iron Duke. He spent most of our senior year working on swapping the Duke out for a 327 he bought at a junkyard.
Yep, it’s a 69.
I guess the cynic in me feels like NBC knew they had this and could have released it during the primaries, when it could have taken Trump down then.
The driver was so hood-over-wheels for the carwash he/she decided to have another.
But by all means, let’s continue to denigrate and shout down the folks who complain about media bias.
Yes, hi, hello, sports blog. There was playoff baseball tonight.
I’m just bothered by him making money off of incredibly dangerous and irresponsible behavior.
Rob is a douche.
If the cat farts, is that then considered a cat-back exhaust?
Probably going to grab all the meth and bath salts that are now unattended.
Freakin’ bikers. Think they own the road.