"Cute" license plate.
DOGS CAN'T DRIVE, NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY!
I'm done.
They're old.
Really old.
I can't imagine a time when any of my relatives were alive ('30s) that a hotel cost that little. Hey, things were cheaper back then, but you got paid $3 a month and you were happy, and uphill in the snow in your gym shorts and snore.
Every strip about old or fat pluggers, I am so tempted to replace with pictures of my puppies, who don't drive or dance with chickens!
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