How much more 1980s could that be? The answer is none, none more 80s.
Omaha.
I’m most thankful for my car. It has issues, and the money is too tight to address them, but it starts every morning and keeps me rolling along while I search for a better job.
Manifold destiny is importanter.
DON’T TRY TO OPPRESS US WITH YOUR “CALENDAR”! YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!
Nope, sorry, that is clearly a 1970s Corvette. Look at the tail lights.
Some say that Amazon pays him his weight in chew toys every week, and that he believes spaghetti is a superstition. All we know is he’s called....
Were you breathing through your nose and not your mouth? Some dealers find that insulting.