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My favorite line
“Give it to your wife in a divorce settlement”
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“Divorce is overrated. Find a woman you hate and buy her a house.” I think that’s a pretty assinine comment and I only restate it here because so many men are total dicks.
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In its second year, they added a rear window heater to the Yugo. Mostly so you could keep your hands from freezing while you pushed it.
I went into the auto parts store the other day and said to the guy at the counter “How ‘bout a gas cap for a Yugo?” He said “Sure, sounds like a fair trade!”
Q: How do you double the value of your Yugo?
A: Fill the gas tank.
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RUNS!!!!!
Love the way he writes that like it’s a bonus.
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I just found the line funny. I’ve never even asked a girl out in my 17 years of living.
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Love Yugo jokes.
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That dude has been selling that yugo for at least a year now. There’s another one that pops up from time to time as well.
Saw this thunderbird on there earlier too.
https://detroit.craigslist.org/mcb/cto/6126400430.html
Wish I had the funds for that turquoise interior
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Love the T-Bird. I wasn’t looking for Yugos, it just happened to be at the top of the page.
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Haha I don’t think anyone looks for yugos. This is the other one I always see when I’m looking for e30 stuff.
https://detroit.craigslist.org/mcb/cto/6093591219.html
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I like how both ads themselves make jokes about how awful Yugos are.
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When I was in high school, a 10th Grader, long about 1980, there was a girl, a senior, who I had a crush on so bad it hurt. The woman I wound up marrying is like this girl was in many ways. She had a car... Come prom time, I asked her, “Connie, are you going to prom?” She replied, wistfully, “Noooo.” I asked, “Why not?” Her reply: “Nobody asked me.” So what did I do? Naturally, I did nothing. How might my life have turned out differently? We’ll never know. But it’s a fun story to tell my students (I’m an 8th grade math teacher).
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The school I went to wasn’t exactly a good place to meet a girl. Let’s just leave it there.
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I feel bad for Connie. My senior year about 25 of us who didn’t have dates all went to dinner and carpooled over together. We had a blast!
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Fair enough. When I was in the Army, there was one woman for every 300 men or so and even against those odds, I met my wonderful wife of 28 years. I did it by looking for a
friend
instead of a lay.
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Not what I meant per say. 98% of the girls there didn’t have a good personality, and the other 2% had boyfriends.
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Thanks for the note. Connie was a really cool girl who had pretty hair, dressed plainly, and didn’t wear makeup. I liked her a lot, but she was two years older than I was and if I’d asked her, we probably could’ve gone Dutch and she could have driven and we might have had a fun evening. But I was a social leper and would have been paralyzed with social terror all night. Still, facing 300:1 odds, I met and married my wonderful of 28 years wife who happens to resemble the physical qualities I’ve described about Connie.
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...per se...
I can relate. But I finished really well.
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Dammit. Felt like I was spelling it wrong. The per se part also was meant to apply to the guy:girl ratio, not the “friend, not a lay” part.
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Yes, I realized that. I was just imparting some unsought wisdom. HANWE!
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Alright, just wanted to make sure. Didn’t want to seem like a pervy meathead.
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Nope. Not even a little bit.