Well Martha, this years crop of wheels are sure turning' out nice!
Day 1,038. No end in sight. It's been a week since I've been out. I'm afraid to pull the curtains. They just stare at me. I think I saw one turn to look at me. I can't take it anymore, I'm packing my weapons and leaving under the cover of darkness. Those damn wheels will be the death of humanity.
In Hollywood's latest re-hash of old scripts, the re write of Pet Cemetery to Car Cemetery wasn't as scary as first thought.
Christine 2: The Early Years
Thanks, Cash for Clunkers!
The Stance craze got so bad at the end that all there was were wheels. Wheels, everywhere.
Not a funny caption, but: This is exactly what a few local junkyards looked like when steel went up a few years ago and they also decided to move from mostly 80s stock to 90s stock.
For sale: Rare Fiat collection. Many cars available. Stored outside. Some rust. Make reasonable offer.
Patricia Tannis, Dahl Scientific Advisor; Day One on Planet Pandora. I have been assigned to this sector by my superiors to find evidence of abandoned alien technology, similar to that found by our competitor, the Atlas Company, in the ruins on Promethus. Technology that many believe made them the superpower they are now. This kind of find seems astronomically improbable on a rock like this, but my benefactors believe in it enough to waste my considerable talents. I've only been here for three hours and I already believe this planet will be the death of me. Scientists do not chase myths and legends...
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