I understand why tradesmen drive big trucks. But I watched some guy who probably works at a cell phone store in the mall doing the forward-back-forward-back-forward-back-forward-back parking thing at my breakfast place this morning with a stretch cab pickup the length of a school bus.
Is it really worth that daily hassle to occasionally pick up some chick in red suede cowboy boots and a 1976 Farrah Fawcett hairdo at a bar down by the airport?
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I have a blonde wig. Which bar? Soartstar is thinking of dating again! (Just a moment of insanity; it will pass.)
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