So I don't have a car. It isn't a 1639 Galleon. It isn't Blue Steel or Blueish-gayish. I has no doors and no love to give to me. No gurgleing engine. No radio or 8 track player. No bubble dome. I would like it a whole lot, if I could get it. It isn't GYNECOLIGI-normous. Kurt has never layed down with me...oh wait, he has. Twice. I'm a BITCH and I
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