Buy a new car. Go ahead. You want to. You need to. You're not sure why though.

Something in this one speaks to you. You can feel it, can't you? Fatass can feel it. Even Marm can feel it. It's the economy, and only you can heal it. 

Go buy a car. Now. Or a really big dog will try to charm you. And then hump your leg. 

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