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Not fer nothin' Go . . yuh doo the deed, yuh deserve the credit ('r, 'z'inn'a case'a most'a my localz . . the jail-time) Someday somebody'z gonna take yer crown . . budd'itt ain't gonna be me'n it probably ain't gonna be anytime soon, y'know?
I've godd'a "topless" picture that I'm sorely tempted ta post . . but I spec'tz that the well-endowed young lady in'a Beemer wuzzn't 'zackly in winter.
(Oh. I see we're all well informed'n know the flicks of which I speak. Such'a well-informed' educated bunch'a folks on'iss site.)
N' Walker . . the wizardz at the 'Rack recommended the Dunlop WinterSportz over the Blizzakz'n after 3 yearz'a questionalble Joisey winters with excursions into the more seriously snowed upon areas of upstate NY'n PA, they're tenacious.
Jus' keep in mind that the best snow tires in'a world ain't gonna doo diddly when the snow'z deep enough ta have Stewie's chin'n understuff plowin'.
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In life-long pursuit of that most mythic of beasts: the ever-elusive perfect corner. Well . . . that, r' at least a whole lodda clear spin-out room.
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