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Review 9/12/2010
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Hey Man,
You'd think that with a name like "Radical" a dude like me could just cruise on in and pick up a good times stylin' and profilin' beaver huntin' surfmobile, but nooooooo, the dude was like, "Hey T-Bone, What's the score?" and I was like, "I donno, man". So, the dude was like gonna charge me intrist just because I filed for bankruptcy after my wife took my student loan money and bought a $5000 couch from one of her rich friends.
Dude, next time I try to buy a car, I'm gonna run in there naked wearing a Captain Stickey cape and show those hogg whealin', let's act like we're normal and eveyone else is an idiot, soap opera watchin', debbie doots truck drivin' school rejects who ain't man enough to admit that sometimes it's fun to wear grandma's underwear, especially after she's-well, never mind. Anyways, these peeple ain't gonna sell me a car with 3.14% intrist? Well maybe one day they'll get a dirty diaper pie present.
In the meantime, in the words of my ol' girlfriend Gaby Johnson, "Ain't no side windin' horn swallin' bush burnin cracker croacker gonna ruin my bishon cutter!
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