Dear person who decided to use my rear bumper to estimate the exact position of their front bumper yesterday afternoon: THANKS. PS I know who you are.
Book 4 has probably been saved! Things might just be okay. I need you guys to buy a lot of copies so I can buy a bigger house, with offroad parking. Or if you're rich and want to marry me, that's cool too. I'm okay with that. Rich gals usually have a garage.
EDIT: I have used CSI skills to track down the scraper, this deal is gonna get fizz-ixed, we had it out at a summit chaired by Presidents G.H.W Bush and Clinton.
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John, can I ask you for your permission to marry Esther? Please.
I can offer you my sister. She wants to be the premiere Canadian hostess, a socialite of the highest calibre.
My parents use the only garage in our family but we are prepared to offer you huge swaths of prime real estate on which you can build all the garages you want. I suppose you could even build a hangar, if you wanted.
She enjoys things like swinging her golf clubs at large animals, making fun of her brother, and Freaks and Geeks marathons. She doesn't like to eat bread but if she has a box of Cheerios she's content.
When will people learn how to drive? Two weeks ago, a woman decided that she needed to completely destroy my poor little Sunfire. It makes me sad :(
America is the land of garages! Things we used our garage for when I was growing up:
1. Hangin' out
2. Garage sales (duh)
3. Parking cars (double duh)
4. In the colder months, extra refrigerator space
A bonus to marrying for money: every time your car gets scratched you can just buy a new one. Who even needs the stupid garage?
I can't get over how much the girls love you. This should be an easy task--engaged by the end of the week, no problem.
Do girls hit on you as much in real life as on the blog? Because if so you must be very happy.
Shill, John! Your pride for a carport is a fair deal.
I shall buy tshirts and books of yours as soon as i figure out paypal~! or get so frustrated i decide to run overseas to pay you in person XP
oh oh and i'll put myself up for to be a bridal candidate after i become filthy rich from my entrepreneurship on the condition that we ride around hong kong and japan on mopeds with a big flag and a funny bellhorn
When I was a wee lass, we would sit in a circle in the garage and smoke things.
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