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Here’s the kicker—gas tank’s tiny, 4 gallons! Pissed me off—Tommy’d stop every damn hour. “C’mon, man!” I’d holler. But, lordy, that inline hum? Happy as a clam, I was, just hearin’ it. Surprised me too—thought it’d be clunky, old-school. Nope! Smooth like butter, even now, ‘25, guys still hunt ‘em down. Saw one on X last week—cherry red, $10k! “Righteous!” I yelled—Marlin’d approve, savin’ Nemo cash.

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Sorry Not Sorry range, which there is no denying - is the ultimate pamper essentials. We created a bespoke box, so our Huns could have some self-care while in.

But then, I trip on my way down. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. Now I’m soaked and muddy. Great. Just great. I’m laughing at myself, though. Gotta roll with the punches, right?

He Escaped Death as a Kamikaze Pilot. 70 Years Later, He Told His Story. (Published 2020)