So, after two and a friggin' half weeks at the Auto Body shop, my precious car is back in the hands of its rightful owner (me) and I am so happy. I was driving my sister's crappy-ass, about-to-fall-apart '92 Ford Taurus. I hate that car. It hates me, too, though, so it's all good. But now I have my car back. And it seems like I haven't driven
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Why are you depressed? If I were you, I'd be having a party right now: wooooo! John's outta the house!!!!
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