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Well, before we go anywhere, we have to get gas. Cars as big as the ones you just saw, guzzle gas like a drunk at happy hour! So, we have to make a stop at the gas station. Here, you drive up to a building that looks about 600 years old, next to a gas pump that is twice that age, and you wait 30 minutes until a fat man in a jump suit comes out and pumps your gas. He then gives you change from a oily wad of singles that he pulled from who-knows-where. (I never see any pockets on the jump suit.) Now you are ready to travel!! |
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You can go to Happy Days, where you can pay too much money for too little ice cream. |
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You can go to the Middle-School... the pride of the land because of it's REAL marble flooring. The teachers suck and are paid crap... but golly, if those floors don't look perdy!! |
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Or you can go to Jessie's house to watch Saturday Night Live, which really is the most thrilling part of our week!! |
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But in all honesty, you'd probably be more entertained off somewhere in Texas, where at least you've got a shot of seeing this!! |
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