So I'm sitting in my '65 Chevelle coupe hauling pomelos from Ocala to Auburndale and I get to thinking, "Hauling this here pomelo load is a lot like hopping in the sack with a little lady. If I cross this here fruit with a tangerine I get an orange."
I got busted at the border for storing the fruits in a hollowed-out antelope carcass I got in Chad. My one call was to my buddy Duane's auto body repair shop up in Lake City. When you call and get put on hold they always play "I'll Be Your Sister," which I needed to hear because I forgot my copy of Overkill on a hoverplane in Chokoloskee.
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