1938 Packard

Light one and find out.

Nothing on the answering machine yet.

Nonsequitur much?

They put Taber's out of business.

I could say I saw a car bobbing and weaving on the Black Horse Pike while the driver was texting. Then, some nitwit says, "Nuh uhhh... You liar... You would never see that because you don't drive..." You won't see that if you're riding a bus? Then, the same inbred moron says I'm adding to the story.

He's the guy adding to the story by claiming that I was deliberately digging for the paper.

These aren't even gang members. They're just retarded people contributing to noise pollution.

It's not lost. It's deliberately left unclaimed.

How does that make a hole in the story?

So, how does a piece of paper stay pristine and readable in a can full of beer and broken glass? Explain that, genius. This is going to be quite entertaining for the whole crew.

When you put paper in these trash cans, they become a sticky, grimy shredded mess. There's no way to cash them out because the machines can't read them.

When you put paper in these trash cans, they become a sticky, grimy shredded mess. There's no way to cash them out because the machines can't read them.

And what would I have done with it?

No holes, asshole. Jaquio added to a two line story.

I never even saw the damned thing.

Their ancestors migrated to Europe from Asia.

Me? Hungarian is technically Asian. And, I don't feel the least bit guilty.

Spend an extra five hundred to get the muffler fixed.

You should have rented from my uncle. No matter what the repair issue happens to be, he gets it fixed within 24 hours or he gives you a discount on the month's rent when a speedy fix isn't feasible.

Didn't have to dig anywhere. Just overheard all his yelling and whining to the security supervisor.

A spider crawed out. It's the creature from the black legume.

It accumulates.

Well enough to finish each month with a budget surplus.