FWIW, I have no explanation why my life keeps coming back to big Lincolns and Ford wagons. It certainly must be mere coincidence. Yeah, that could totally be it.
“Don’t tell me…you’re from outer space.” … “No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.”
Let me tell you something. I’m here to bring two humpback whales into the twenty-third century. If I have to, I’ll go to the open sea
I’d much rather have yours. It’s better for me. It’s better for you. It’s better for them. Think about it.
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