Wednesday, June 2, 2010

This Ain't Your Daddy's Parking Job...Oh Wait...

What happens when Grandpa shotguns a liter of prune juice to wash down half a dozen bran muffins for breakfast? He comes within a millimeter of shitting his pants in his car. So can we blame him for abandoning his Coot Cruiser so poorly as he dashes for the nearest bathroom?

You bet we can!

Kiegel your sphincter. Ease up on the colon blasting diet. And Learn To Park, Jerk!

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