Peter got hit by some guy a few weeks ago and his car has been in the shop. Thus he has been cast down to the ranks of rental cars. He got a neon. No cd player. Has something called a “tape deck”, i dunno, sounds familar, kinda like floppy discs.
Anyway, his girlfriend busts out ye old school box of tapes and finds this. We roll deep into the disc golf tournament with PHM blaring. Fucking hippies.
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