
I can only imagine that the driver of this fine Meat Truck felt the same way as he heard the screech of metal on metal - which I can only assume was followed by a very loud curse.
"He was headed to Victory, Then he hit a Bridge"
I go through all the Malcolmisms that my Dad has passed onto me througout my life, and try to figure out how they can help me as I take on this new Fatherhood Role myself, or something like that...
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