They like you very much, but they are not the hell “your” whales.

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.

1970 Ford Country Squire

“Don’t tell me…you’re from outer space.” … “No, I’m from Iowa. I only work in outer space.”

1977 Lincoln Continental Town Car

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

1977 Lincoln Continental Town Car grille

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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