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Well Pece, it sure's hell snows out here in Joisey, n' like the rain, we're blessed with the ability of the snow blowin' over the windshield n' into your wake above 45 miles per hour r' so.
Jus' be ready for a breatalyzer test at any point durin' the proceedin's.
Be well.
Java
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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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