Let me see. when I was little, I used to go outside with my dad and help him wash his Firebird. This was before he wrecked it. He'd let me wash it with big sponges and lots of foam, and just let me have at it while he sat against the garage and smoked. After he decided I was done, he'd tell me to pour the water down into the curb. I didn't
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