at the junk yard. or maybe not.
I wonder what must have happened to make it so I’d have to show ID and fill out paperwork to get into a junk yard.
A junk yard, people.
We need a few seat belts for the jeep so Ryan and I came down here to car purgatory to see what we could get for cheap. But since I didn’t bring my purse I have been banished to the van.
It just never occurred to me that I’d need my purse at a junk yard.
This place must be good – there is a line of quite a few people waiting their turn to be permitted access to broken vehicles. And its not a quick moving line either.
Maybe I’m missing something. Maybe there is more to this place than just twisted metal.
Maybe there is poker and cocktails.
That would make the admittance fee they charge you just to walk in the gate seem more reasonable.
And I just saw the sign on the window, no car parts allowed in yard.
Yeah, something fishy is definitely going on here.
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Yep, something is for sure going on there. You could always try to sneak in to take pictures with your awesome phone and if anyone tries to stop you you could do the whole fake labor thing.
Or Ryan could just beat them up while you run away.
Or both. I could fake labor while running away while Ryan throws people around.