Wait, they were, they were, they were, they took their cars, they'd be going up and down the hill.

And the cans is that, you can't hear the hands.

You can't cut the rest of the line.

And that's what we're trying to do,

and then, Coca-Cola was, and there was a lot,

you know to the santa feint.

You meet a girl there?

You meet all kinds of stuff like that.

Squeez.

But at the end of the day, you got to wear the white smock.

And that's that.

And that's all there was ever to it.

And nowadays you look at Dover, I don't see a malt shop in sight, right?

You don't see any of these cars.

They got the underglow on them and stuff like that.

It's just not the same it used to be, right?

Because the manufacturing went away and you got the doorbells factory.

They all went downhill.

And they put all the sludge in the wherever, and you shouldn't do that.

I don't know if there needs to be rules, but it's just not right.

I knew a guy from Allentown, Hester Rum, we'd go, me and him, we'd walk in the sidewalks and were different.

They'd go this way instead of this way.

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