AND FINALLY...my personal ride...you know after I hit the numbers.
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Okay, I would take any of these that weren't chained down, basically. But my favorite is the boxy red and white one, looks like a 50's beer cooler with a wheel on the front.
I can't join any more gangs until I get beat out of the first one. I'm like, I didn't get beat in, why do I have to get beat out? Not beat off, that's different.
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