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The Big Fat Yellow Bootay Guns the Engine

by @amiee

For so many years she couldn’t even count em she never went over 25. 25 miles per hour! incessant stops, low mileage trips. it was a hard, hard life. hard on her engine, and hard on all her parts. Now she was really alive rolling down all the roads, rolling down all the highways at 55. Ha ha that’s a good one, she laughed, a real hoot, she cackled, 55. And with that she gunned her engines good, took that speedometer up as far as it would go, way over 95 and then some! hey, hey, hey! wadda say? 98 and pushing it!.... look out a hundred and five, here i come!
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Dec 1, 2025
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Sept 2015

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