Del, you’re lucky he didn’t have a Sharpie.

This was not my fault.

I was the one driving.
The Papi did this to Del.

It’s like a frat house on wheels.

Minus the booze,
but there is a lot of belching and gas release on a regular basis.

I don’t know what would have happened if there had been a marker in the glove box.

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