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Perhaps they happened across a still sight that had a few quarts of KY's finest corn licker...The last time I had a few swallers of that stuff, I got lost on my front porch!
The neighbor found me a few hours later, naked, sweating heavily, and covered in my own excrement. I was rambling about something involving his daughter, a goat, and an aviation flare.
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 1987 560SL
85,000 miles
Meet on the level, leave on the square. Great words to live by
Were we directed from Washington when to sow and when to reap, we should soon want bread. - Thomas Jefferson: Autobiography, 1821.
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