Yes, here it is, a 1937 Bugatti of which I would like one for Christmas. Please send.
There is a guy several blocks away who had a little trouble last night when he got drunk, raced his SUV through a major intersection without stopping. He ran over the sidewalk, up the hill on the lawn, up three steps and blasted into his own house, obliterating the living room and most of the kitchen. His tomato soup is no longer sitting on the stove.
He is having bologna sandwiches today in jail. His house may have to be torn down due to structural damage. What do you imagine he may be thinking right about now? Ta!
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