Hypothetically, if you happened to be listening to the radio this afternoon around 3:45 pm and happened to hear that a popular radio station was doing a live remote broadcast from a local car dealership; then you might have happened to hear an irate sounding lady who just "happened" to plant herself right next to the broadcast table, shouting and demanding to speak to the person in charge of licensing because her personalized plates still hadn't been ordered, who was then promptly escorted by the general manager into a private office to avoid any further embarrassment to the dealership via the radio waves.
Hypothetically.
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So when are the plates expected to be here? Before the next live broadcast?
You didn't!
If you did, I love it. And I love your style! That's awesome!!
DAMN!!! I should listen to the radio more. Way to stick it to the Man!!!
Hypothetically of course...
Bone Junior: 5
Dealership: 0
I think we know who's in charge here.
there's no question about it, you've got a pair.
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