My dad used to take in stray Killer Cars. He had like five or six of them, one at a time. But they weren't nice to him. They'd attack him in the driveway on Saturday morning and late that afternoon finally poop him out in a turd of road grime and axel grease.
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frustratedpilot) wrote2010-01-05 11:37 am
