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So Thursday, I was driving up the Turnpike to Pembroke Pines doing around 80 or so, and I see this dog carcass in my lane. And I look around and I can't get over into another lane. So I've got no choice but to hit this dead dog. And I brake. THUNK. My music skipped and everything. Luckily enough nothing happened to my shocks, but my car did smell slightly like dead dog. So I stopped off at this ghetto ass grocery store.
And now my car smells like cookies.
And now my car smells like cookies.