Officially the weekend started tonight. After my eight hour shift of indentured servitude, I rushed to the store in my beautiful silver jet. Sometimes driving my car is like flying (or piloting) a huge 747 SST. I'm sure part of it is because I zip past the other cars so rapidly I almost break the sound barrier. Who knew a Grand Prix could be so
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But then, you knew I was going to say that... :D
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