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1. Cindy Scroggins on December 6th, 2010 at 1:35 pm

   I love this.

2. Deron Bauman on December 6th, 2010 at 1:36 pm

   Are they driving a P.T. Cruiser? If so, that’s what happened.

3. Andrew Simone on December 6th, 2010 at 1:38 pm

   Deron, it seems we share contempt for more than just Ayn Rand.

4. Deron Bauman on December 6th, 2010 at 2:09 pm

   Indeed. We should make a list.

5. Cindy Scroggins on December 6th, 2010 at 2:11 pm

   I almost said something about it appearing to be a P.T. Cruiser! Clusterflock’s least favorite automobile?

6. Deron Bauman on December 6th, 2010 at 2:23 pm

   It’s up there. They also made that really expensive douche mobile — I’m drawing a blank on the name — that looked like a cross between a chopper and a street rod from the 40s, but that one was so expensive, you only see a few men of a certain age driving them around Dallas. It’s vomit-enducing endearing.

7. Isaac Bowen on December 6th, 2010 at 2:27 pm

   These are by David Malki !, by the way.

8. Rick Neece on December 6th, 2010 at 3:38 pm

   Deron, you must be talkin’ bout a Prowler.

9. Deron Bauman on December 6th, 2010 at 3:50 pm

   Yes! I must have blocked it.

10. Rick Neece on December 6th, 2010 at 6:43 pm

    I didn’t remember right away, either. Came to me, though, when the blacklight in my mind switched on.

    BTW, I was walking into “the market” in Brookside on Saturday, when what to my wondering eye should appear, a gleaming Maserati Quattroporte, angle-parked just outside the entry. It was as white as a new-fallen snow. Glowed as if sitting in a ray from above. The trident in the grill seemed bigger than normal. I gazed a moment. Wondered what it might be like to sit behind the wheel. With visions of sugar-plums dancing, I went inside to buy the list of things Danny sent me by email, snacky hors d’oeurvey things, for pre-dinner and guests coming over that evening.

11. Deron Bauman on December 7th, 2010 at 12:04 am

    Yum.

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