Caption Contest: Low hanging fruit edition

"sm70- why not Duesenberg?" (sm70-whynotduesenberg) 04/30/2015 at 10:10 • Filed to: None

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EL_ULY > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 04/30/2015 at 10:13

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lol I quickly thought of this

Vicente Esteve > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 04/30/2015 at 10:18

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“Where am I?”

SidewaysOnDirt still misses Bowie > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 04/30/2015 at 10:26

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“We’ll be seeing alot of each other.”

McMike > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 04/30/2015 at 10:52

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“Gee, and I thought MY leak was bad!”

jkm7680 > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 04/30/2015 at 16:12

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“Observe, as the AAA truck stalks the wild MG, as it grazes in the parking lot.”

If only EssExTee could be so grossly incandescent > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:12

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“Upon sighting the charge it’s been assigned, the cowardly AAA truck voids itself in fear”

Life and Times of Magoo: The People's Champ > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:14

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SOON

Urambo Tauro > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:22

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But what about AA batteries? You don’t expect me to install them myself, do you?

Daily Drives a Dragon - One Last Lap > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:28

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I’ve been followed around by this guy for the last 3 days.

The Snowman > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:28

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I never knew BMW made trucks.

gmporschenut also a fan of hondas > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:41

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SO the tables have turned ha ha ha

dietryng > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 21:54

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the tripple A truck circles the watering hole attempting to isolate the older, weaker member of the herd.

dietryng > jkm7680 02/21/2016 at 21:54

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beat me to it......

Spridget > sm70- why not Duesenberg? 02/21/2016 at 22:39

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Hello Lucas my old friend

I’ve come to talk with your again

Because a leak slightly creeping

Left a puddle while I was sleeping

And the breakdown in the rain

Still remains in the sound of silence

In restless dreams I worked alone

On the sides of narrow streets of cobblestone

Near the halo of the only working dash lamp

I turned my collar oily and damp

When my eyes were stabbed

By the flash of tow truck light

That saved the night

And touched the sound of silence