Yes, if your sextet gets literally lapped on a foursome's second round, you are moving quite slow, indeed. It must've been hard to stay upright as you looked for your lost drive on #7.
Yes, the stately drunk hag was there. "I don't want to be bit by your dog!", she protested, as though it was a scheduled event.
No, posting in your parked car with your tattoo-splattered roughneck friend doesn't make you look suspicious, so a mental note of your license plate wasn't taken.
The Ice Cream truck man would've banked a fortune this afternoon.
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Who is that long-haired Ice Cream Truck man?
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