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a small unimportant piece of the transmission fell out. My newly former girlfriend got out of the van & slammed the door which fell off. My idea to try composted rutabaga as fuel

was a success! The problem with my ex girlfriend was that we try a 3some with her mother. She's a good-looking women & wearing the years well! I stuffed a turnip into the fuel tank

grass, kick up dirt from mown down gopher hills & strafe the fence with stray rocks.So peaceful!Oh there's my neighbor waving and talking but I can't hear him over the riding mower

so I wave back and keep going. Now my neighbor is getting on his riding mower too to try to catch up and stop me. Oh, you wanna race do ya? I gave it all she had, no way was he

going to catch me on my electric wheel chair. I had stolen the thing from the little old lady at Walmart. Knocked her into the rack outside the pharmacy, causing all the Depends

super models to fall and end up as the ones getting caught. Somehow, I knew deep inside that all of this had been on account of them, so let's just say I didn't shed a single tear.