The big-rig driver stopped to pick up a girl hitchhiker who was wearing very short shorts.

"What's your name, mister?" she inquired, after she climbed up into the truck.

"It's Snow -- Roy Snow," he answered, "and yours?"

"Me, I'm June Hansen," she said.

"Hey, why do you keep sizing me up with those sidelong glances?" she challenged the trucker a few miles down the road.

"Oh, I was just thinkin' what it might be like," he drawled, "having eight inches of Snow in June?"

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hahah

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"The weight of this sad time we must obey,/ Speak what we feel, not what we ought to say./ The oldest hath borne most; we that are young/ Shall never see so much, nor live so long."
King Lear (V.3.300-304)

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hahaha :omg:

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puahahaha

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