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Oh my god..... Oh my god, ohmygod, omigod. I will DEFINITELY.... never actually buy one of those. I mean, it seems like a logical move for me, I know. After all, DeLoreans seem tailored specifically for two crowds: cocaine dealers and time travellers. But let me assure you that the cocaine I sell* does all the time travelling for you. But if you don't concentrate real hard on the specific date you wanted, it will usually just send you back to the 1980's. .... and alot of the time if you do concentrate really hard, too.
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Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an appointment with November 5, 1955, and 'ol Marty's mom. It seems that day was a fulcrum point of slutiness in the space-time continium. George McFly. Biff Tannen. Hell, even her own son. That chick was just DESTINED to get laid that day, huh?
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* Everyone knows I don't sell, use, or associate with Cocaine. Now...White Slavery. Thats the only lady for me.
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