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They called me crazy when I told them I was going to travel to the moon in a '57 chevy, but now they have to admit
that perhaps they should have asked for directions at that last gas station after all.
I spun my car into a donut, hit the gas pedal and drove for all I was worth, which wasn't much; mostly $1.75 and
a pat on the ass. Still, there were worse jobs than waitressing, like
being a fluffer.
And that's why you should always wear clean underwear.
