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LJim, you have NO idea how close I came to striding into your showroom screaming "Where's that goddamn motherfucking finance manager bastard asshole keeping me from my godgiven right to have that white PT Cruiser ..."
The shotgun would have given it just the right touch.
But then I realized that I don't know the cops in that jurisdiction.
And I was really thirsty.
And the beer was just down the street.
And I wanted to get to it sooner, because I knew sycamore would be arriving soon and I needed the headstart ...
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