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The temp just hit 60 degrees, one of my Horses is here to spit-shine Gunrack, and I'm gonna hit the highway for probably the last time this year.
I love my little blue car.
Helleshin, everybody loves my little blue car.
Except the two new city cops. They don't understand that my BH calculates their paychecks.
Because of the roads in Oklahoma, and my sticky Nittos, I'll bet I have more rock chips than 'most everybody on this forum. I call them "freckles" or "battle damage."
...And I may hit 1,000 miles this afternoon.
Kristen, stay off topic.
PM me for recipes- I'm a gourmet cook.
UT
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