Howie Car, a Boston Herald Colonist and Radio Hitman.

Howie is sort of an insidious force in this area.

Nothing gets you going in the morning, like a good cup of Joe and a little Howie Car, right?

We love Howie Car, right? Yeah, who do you know?

A paper boy.

I was referred to today as 1970s Boston.

It comes from the Tadloid talk show stuff in Boston, and it was concocted there.

It's Howie Car.

I'm eating well.

I'm eating very well from Monica's in the North End.

And Veronica's still here just for a little bit.

But Veronica, just thank you very much. We really appreciate it.

The, the, the, the, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, the, uh, BIPs are, uh, in heaven. They are really

enjoying themselves. That's, that's, that's, that's, that's, thank you. Thanks for doing this.

We appreciate it. Uh, 844-5-4-4-4-4-4-42.

Did you have more info on the fat moonbat, the car?

I have her name, but, you know, I can't confirm it,

and it's not in the police report, so I'm not going to release the name.

I'm sorry.

It's just one of those things.

I, someone, I tweeted out the police report yesterday on the woman who drove the car when she, she was so excited about taking

pictures of the ice agents, lugging an illegal alien, that she didn't put her car in, she didn't put on the parking brake or put it in

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