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Motoring down the highway, the unmistakeable "POP..KERRANG" rang out in the still of the desert night. Tabs knew right away it was the fan belt. Shaking off the last dregs of a cheap tequila high, He sprang into action. "Thank God for Mother" he thought, "always reminding Me to wear clean underwear and to protect my ever expanding buffet waistline with a belt AND suspenders." With that thought screaming through his "smart as a whip" noggin, he undid one suspender and in the greatest 'MacGyver" fashion, had the 911S roaring down the asphalt in seek of His real purpose...
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"Prayer isn't a parachute. It's a compass. It doesn't save you from the storm. It guides you through it." - Bear Grylls
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