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Nope, it's a Mazda Miata. While that's not my Miata on the cover, I own one of the same vintage (1991) and drive it every day. I did replace the armrest/door handle with a leather strap for a little more hip room, but otherwise I fit just fine.
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Because I was too busy fucking your mom to update it.
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Mike Haggar, the mayor of Metro City.
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I hope the velociraptor gets him, and really fucking lame, respectively. My computer also does not recognize "velociraptor" and for that I may throw it into a river.
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I didn't search long enough to find 2009's numbers, but the USPS operated at a 3.8 BILLION dollar loss in 2008. If losing billions of dollars a year is her idea of a successful business venture, (I mean that IS pretty standard for a government run business) then yes, the Post Office is proof that a government run program works. Did she honestly think that the cost of stamps was covering the USPS's annual budget? Maybe you should just hurt her feelings and tell her shes a fucking idiot. Or send her to me and I'll tell her she's a fucking idiot. It's pretty clear in any case that she's a fucking idiot.
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My time is divided between the following categories:
eating
sleeping
makin shit up
costuming
working
driving
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The I.S.S., but only if I could fly on the shuttle.
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When I was a little kid I'm told I claimed green to be my favorite color. Now I tend to go with blue.
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Cabot Seriously Sharp Cheddar. That shit is good. Lesser cheeses are for pussies.
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1) vampires don't sparkle in sunlight, they die.
2) a 100+ year old person dating a girl in high school is not romance, it's pedophilia.
3) Werewolves turn into wolves on the full moon, not whenever they're angry/about to fight.
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I would prefer to ride into battle on a Triceratops armed with incendiary grenades.
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I have never lived in Georgia, so no.
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I'm pretty sure Mrs. Butterworth would stomp Aunt Jemima's pancake-makin' ass.
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It's Pierogies, and there is no need to invent any additional flavors, although I wish someone would stalk the American Cheese variety of Mrs. T's Pierogies in central Tennessee.

