So the other day my mom takes my car to the grocery, and as she's backing out of the parking space, she hears a "scraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaape" sound. It's my bumper, dragging on the ground. Jimmy the meat cutter, who was out on a cigarette break, came to her rescue and somehow rigged the bumper on long enough for her to get home. (Yes, Brigette
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