when we got back form octoberfest, Shute's car had been towed. Through a strange series of events, we eventually ended up at the tow place. One guy had to bring shute to the atm, which left me witht eh burly one for about 30 minutes discussing the finer points of how to tell if a license is fake (which I had learned at cheerleaders shortly before my surgery). Before leaving, the second tow truck driver suggested I bring the car forward. There was one quip about my blatant intoxication.
how does one have 23 1/2 hour towing?
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