Was it following me the other night or did the little sports car behind me
just have a burnt out bulb? I began to get really paranoid. I remembered how
many times I saw a car with just three bulbs following me. You know: the two
regular headlights, and then sometimes those two little lights below them.
Were they just burnt out bulbs, or a midget strapped under the car with a
flashlight in one hand and a tennis ball in the other?
"Let 'er rip!" said Charlie. I nearly fainted.
Stay tuned for Peeps, The Finale
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