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This morning I was backing out of the 705 Elm parking lot, tryin' to get to work and shiiiiiit (I know it's pathetic that I drive to work on Sundays. I feel bad about myself for it), and I see this car sitting in the lot with racing stripes on it.

That really pisses me off.

Get a job, owner of racing stripe car.

Now I'm about to dry my hair since I washed the Jimmy John's stank offa muhself, and I'm going to go to a cafe somewhere to drink coffee and formulate an informational report on Neanderthals.

Thanksgiving is coming. Time to see the Lipmans.