Holy guacamole! I did find myself in Germany, just like the Golden Knight said. Except for this is not me. It's my cousin Vincent Bugatti. He is kind of like my Evil Twin. My big, fat, non-Microsoft using, never heard of a tooth brush, sauerkraut eating evil twin.
He and I had a falling out of sorts when his drunk wife threw herself at me. Well, she fell and knocked my plate over at a party. The last of the squid chips were on that plate! There weren't any more. None. Anyway, I started going on about things in a way that upset Vincent. ("Your wife shoes are inappropriate for this party, she should wear something with a lower center of gravity") I guess it didn't have to be that way, and I felt bad now.
I told Vincent the Golden Knight had sent me here to find him, it was meant to be and I wanted to bury the hatchet...... in his dumb, plate spilling wife's whore shoes.
Long story short, Vincent forgave me and I told him where he could score some affordable knock-offs for his wife.
I got nothing else. I going home now.
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Look closer McLovin. That's Cooper's reflection in the glass! Your cousin Vincent is settin' you up.
PS Can I get the number for your knock-off shoe guy? I could use some new Jimmy Chews. Let me know, unless you're dead.
Alan and I agree, that reflection may be "A" Cooper, but not "THE" Cooper. The wheels don't lie.
Unless of course you stole the car after whacking Cooper and you changed it a bit to throw off the police.
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