Searching Portland for the Forgotten Majesty of the Tastee Freez
Not only did you narrowly miss my car while hurdling your Land Rover through the parking lot, you also parked in a handicapped spot (without a permit of course) so that you could make a mad dash to the liquor store. And you smell like Axe. Aren't you too old for that stuff?
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