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5 comments:
Steve,
I can't quite read what you've written...did you write it through your new blue-tooth?
*tries to enable Bluetooth...accidentally ejects self out moonroof*
I do everything using the bluetooth.
It's hands free, you know.
Ew. Thanks for that mental image.
Suddenly I'm quite glad I never talk to IANO on the phone...
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