Date: Mon, 31 Aug 2015 21:11:54 -0700
From: Chad <azcumslut404@gmail.com>
Subject: THE CAR - A CHAD ADVENTURE

THE CAR – A CHAD ADVENTURE
By Chad
azcumslut404@gmail.com

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For those who haven't read some of my other diary entries, I'm Chad.
Currently I am 30, but at the time of this entry I was 23 and it was 2008.
Just like then I'm 5'10", 165 pounds of well-defined muscles from my years
playing baseball and regular workouts, blue/green eyes and dirty blonde
hair that I like to make look fashionably messy.  When I was taking classes
at a local community college, I found out that I liked, I mean really
liked, cock and cum.  Some people call me a cum whore, a label that I wear
with pride.

After community college, I transferred to State and graduated in 2007 with
a degree in business.  I didn't have much luck finding a job after
graduation so I took a job at a customer call center just to make some
money so I could move out of my parents' house and buy a car to replace my
piece of shit Chevy.  That didn't work out to well, I blew the owner's son
and his friend in my cubicle and got fired, sometimes I just can't help
myself.

After being fired, I started doing temp work.  My first temp position was
at a garage to help the owner get organized for an IRS audit.  What
actually happened was I ended up helping a hunky FBI agent take down some
bad guys that worked at the garage who were into drugs, money laundering
and when I showed up, prostitution.  I wasn't too forthcoming with the FBI
on some of the money that I made with my ass and mouth that week.  I ended
up walking away with just a little less than $20,000.

My plan had been to use the money for an apartment and a car but as fate
would have it, my father was laid off, so I decided to stay with my parents
and help them with their mortgage and other bills while my father looked
for work.  I just let them think I was making more at the temp jobs than I
actually was.  The one good benefit of living at home was that my Mom still
did most of my laundry (some things I had to take care of myself because of
the cum stains) and made me good meals, when I wanted to eat something
other than cock.  Those benefits allowed me to spend more time out looking
for cock and cum since I didn't have to worry about those activities if I
had my own place.

After almost a year of temp work and interviewing for jobs, I was offered a
position at a national bank in their human resources division.  As an entry
level job it didn't pay that great but it was a hell of a lot more than I
had been earning.  Luckily my Dad found a job at the same time.  The time
had finally come for me to move out.  Without too much looking I found a
nice one-bedroom apartment in North Central Phoenix.  It was just a few
blocks from a station for the new light rail that was going to open by the
end of the year.  When that happened I could ride the train to work and not
have to worry about parking.

My parents had let me take my bedroom furniture and with some of the money
I still had, I went to IKEA and bought some living room furniture and a
dining room table and chairs.  I will never, ever, buy anything from IKEA
again, the stuff was a bitch to put together.  My mother had co-signed so I
could get a VISA credit card.  While it was supposed to be for emergencies,
I used it to buy a 42" TV and an Xbox.  After signing up for cable and
internet, it was time to take my remaining money and use it for a down
payment on a car.

One of the benefits of working at a bank was the ability to get a car loan
easier than it would have been at other banks a dealership, they knew where
to find me.  Based on my salary and my lack of much credit history, I only
got preapproved for up to $16,000.  I still had $2,000 for a down payment
and my piece of shit Chevy had to be worth something, so I thought I would
be able to get something for $17,000 or $18,000 plus all the various fees.
When I did my research I found out that I was not going to be able to buy
anything new with that amount of money that I would want to be seen in.  I
had standards to uphold, well, at least as they were about cars.

My options were to find a good used car at a dealership or find a private
seller.  I even considered buying a used rental car but I thought that they
probably had too many different drivers, which kind of freaked me out, even
though I had probably be driven by more men than the rental car had.
According to some of the used car listings in the newspaper or on-line, I
realized my car was only worth about $500 at best.  So I was sure that a
dealership wasn't going to give me much, or anything, for the car as a
trade-in.

I had heard people at work talking about an on-line thing called Craigslist
where people sold all sorts of stuff so I decided to give it a try both to
find a car but also to sell the piece of shit Chevy.  When I pulled up the
site, I was amazed at the amount of stuff that was for sale by people.
There was even a section about men wanting to meet other men for a variety
of things, I'd have to check that out sometime.

There were close to 2,000 car listings in the Phoenix area, so I used some
search parameters to narrow it down.  It had to be automatic and of course
it had to be a nice color, something that went with my eyes.  I also wanted
something with low mileage.  I was happy to see that there were quite a few
choices in blue and green.  I found an ad for a Honda and replied to the
seller saying I would like to take a look at the car.  The owner lived in
one of the suburbs of Phoenix.  I arranged to meet him after work the next
day.

The next day I pulled up in front of a nice suburban house, embarrassed to
be in my piece of crap.  It was summer in Phoenix, so I hurried from my car
to the front door and rang the bell.  The door was opened by a man younger
than me but several inches taller and maybe 30 pound heavier.  All he was
wearing was a pair of cutoffs and some flip flops.  It took me a second to
raise my eyes from his well-defined torso to his face.

"Yeah?"

"I'm here about the car."

"Fuck!  Dad, Dad, it's for you."

A good looking man, that I guessed to be in his early 40s, came to the
door.  The son stood eye to eye with his father, "You're seriously going to
sell my car?"

"We told you, if we ever found out that you drank and then drove the car
again that we were going to take it away."

"Come on, it was only a couple of beers with my friends, I only drove a
couple of blocks."

"You have to learn there are consequences for your actions."

"But I'm leaving for college in a few weeks, I need a car."

"You should have thought about that."

The son stomped away with a "Fuck you Dad."

"Language."

I had to say that watching the son walk away was a nice view.  The cutoffs
looked like they had been painted on.  I regretted not getting a good look
down when he answered the door.  I would have liked to see what they did
for his package.

"Sorry about Brett, he's not too happy as you can see.  Let me show you the
car."  This was one of those homes that my parents wished they could buy.
A large house on a large lot with a three car garage.  We walked through
the foyer and into the kitchen to get to the garage.  The kitchen had all
the stuff my Mom dreamed about, stainless appliances and granite counter
tops.  When I looked out of the window, I could see Brett skimming the
pool.  His father must have seen me look, "Yeah, we also are making him do
all the pool work until he leaves for college."  I could see the sun
reflect off the sheen of sweat covering his upper body.

We entered the 3 car garage and I saw a Mercedes, a BMW and the blue Honda.
I walked around it, running my hand across the metal like I was expecting
to feel something.  "It's funny, he's pissed that we're talking the car
away from him but when we got it for him on his 16th birthday, he didn't
like it, said it wasn't `man' enough for him."  I didn't respond.  I opened
the driver's door and slid into the seat.  Even though it looked like the
car had been recently detailed, it smelled like the locker room of the
baseball team I managed in community college.

"Would you mind if I took it for a test drive?"

"Not at all, but I've got a call I've got to jump on and my wife isn't home
yet.  I'll have Brett go with you."

As I waited by the car, I could hearing what sounded like arguing from
inside the house.  The door to the garage opened and Brett came out.  I
heard his father say, "At least put a shirt on for Christ's sake."  When
the door to the garage closed, Brett gave his father the finger and then
hit the button to open the garage door.

I got in the driver's side while Brett got in the passenger side.  The keys
were in the ignition, I turned it on and the engine started right up and
sounded good.  I backed out of the garage and Brett reached over to the
visor above my head and pushed a remote that closed the garage door.  He
smelled of sun and masculine musk.  As we pulled on the street, he saw my
piece of shit Chevy and laughed.  "Is that your car, dude?  No wonder
you're looking for a new car."

While I was silently driving, trying to get a feel for the car, Brett went
off on his parents: how they were being mean; how they were punishing him
for the same shit they probably did when they were his age; how he was
going to be the laughing stock when he showed up at college without a car;
how he probably wouldn't get into a fraternity since he didn't have a car;
and worst of all, how he'd never get laid.  He just went on and on.  Even
though I was trying to keep my eyes on the road, out of the corner I
couldn't help but admire the kid's body.  Not once did he ever ask about
me.  When I would ask him about the car, he would always give me some
dismissive response, mostly, "How the hell should I know, my parents take
care of all the car shit."

We sat in silence while I took the car onto the highway.  The car did have
pretty good acceleration and the alignment seemed good (at this point you
are probably thinking, how the hell would I know about that stuff, but I
do).  As we pulled off the highway, Brett asked, "You're a fag, right?"

Taken totally off guard, "What?"

"You're a fag, you're just like those band and theater nerds that would
follow me and my friends around like fucking puppies."  I couldn't decide
if I was offended or turned on.  "You get into dick, right?  You like
having some guy shot their wad in your mouth or ass.  From the moment I
opened the door, I could tell you were a cocksucker from the way that you
looked at me."  His cock must have started to get hard, because when he
started to grab his crotch and I glanced over, the tip of his dick was
sticking out of the leg of his cutoffs.  "You probably want to suck my big
dick right now, don't ya fag?"

Part of my mind was screaming NO but the other part was screaming YES.
"How old are you?"

"Don't worry fag, I turned 18 last month."  No 18 year old should have the
body this kid had.  "Turn into this park up ahead and go to the far corner
of the parking lot."

By the time I had put the car in park, Brett had his cutoffs pushed down to
his knees and his cock was sticking straight up.  There was no
conversation, there was just Brett grabbing my head and pulling me down to
his cock, all I could do was open my mouth and let him pull me down until
his cock head pressed the back of my throat.  Brett had a lot to learn
about feeding a man his cock.  "Come on faggot, you've got a couple more
inches to take."  He just kept pushing my head down.

I kept trying to pull my head back up.  If he really wanted a blow job, I
intended to show him how good it could be but he had his own ideas, he just
kept holding me in place.  Brett was the perfect example of `young, hung
and ready to cum', his cock barely moved in my mouth and he shot his load.
Because of the angle my head was at, some of Brett's cum dripped out of my
mouth, so the least I could do was lick it off of his balls and thighs.  I
had to admit, Brett did have pretty tasty cum.  When I had finished
licking, Brett pushed my head away, "You liked that, didn't you, and it was
probably the best cock you've ever had, right?"  I was sort of glad that
his parents had taken his car away, the guy was a tool.

Once the very unsatisfying blow job, at least for me, was done, I started
the car and we drove back to Brett's house while he pulled up his cutoffs.
When I pulled the car into the garage, Brett jumped out without a word.  He
didn't even say anything to his father as they passed each other at the
door to the kitchen.

"Well, what did you think?"

There were so many ways I could have answered that question but I went with
the easiest, "I think I'm looking for something bigger with a better ride."

"Wait, I'm sure we could working something out."

"Let your son have his car, he's going to need it."  I walked back to my
piece of shit and drove back to my new apartment.

The next day at work I searched Craigslist again, which I probably
shouldn't have done on company time and a company computer, but I found
another possibility.  It was a green Hyundai with only 10,000 miles.  Since
it was a couple of years old, the low mileage was either a good sign or a
really bad sign.  I made arrangements to see the car.

The next day, when I finished work I had enough time to go back to my
apartment and get out of work clothes before I went to see the car.  I put
on one of my non-work outfits, a tight t-shirt, that was just a Iittle bit
short, and a pair of jeans that weren't in too bad of shape.  They were
well worn, and fit my ass great, but they did have a couple of rips on one
of the knees and another on my thigh.  I slipped into the common summer
footwear for Phoenix, flip flops, which matched the color of my t-shirt.

I went to a house in a new gated community that was on the farther southern
edge of the City.  The green Hyundai was sitting in the driveway of the
house at the address I had been given.  While I hoped that another hot,
shirtless, man would open the door instead it was a middle-aged woman.
Looking at my outfit, she asked if I could afford what she was asking.  I
showed her my preapproval letter which seemed to make her more comfortable.
When I asked why she was selling, she was pretty vague.  When I asked to do
a test drive, she just handed me the keys.  She did want to see my license
and proof of insurance.  She also asked for the keys to my piece of shit
Chevy.  "Just have it back before it gets too dark.  You know what I mean",
I didn't, "the neighborhood north of here isn't safe after dark, I always
here police sirens."  It made me wonder why she moved to her community if
she felt that way or was it just racism making her say it.

"I don't think I'll be that long."

I walked around the car and I couldn't find a single scratch or dent.  When
I got into the driver's seat, I was pleased with the interior, it looked
like she really took care of the car.  When I pulled out of the gated
community and turned onto Baseline, it felt like the car was pulling to the
right.  Even though my piece of shit Chevy pulled to the right, I didn't
expect it from a car that was relatively new.  The car also felt like the
automatic transmission had some problems.  I decided that I needed to have
someone look at the car.  My father had mentioned that I should do that
anyway.

I had driven to the southern edge of the city on Central Avenue and had
seen both national and locally owned auto repair places.  There was no way
I was going back to the garage where I had the temp job, even though the
thought of it made my mouth water and ass twitch.

I went to one of the local places since I thought the national chains would
charge me an arm and a leg for checking the car out.  This part of town was
what the car owner had been talking about, the area was mostly Latino and
African-American but didn't have any more problems than other parts of the
city.

Even though it was close to 7 pm, I did spot a garage that looked well-kept
and still open.  I pulled in their lot and parked the Hyundai.  The name on
the building was Mateo Motors, it was then that I noticed a line of used
cars with prices written on their windshields.  Thinking that it actually
wasn't a garage, I started to put the car in gear to pull away when there
was a rap on my window.  I jumped and turned to look at who it was.  I was
looking at a very attractive man, his skin was the color of milk chocolate
and he had straight black hair pulled back into a small pony tail.  He was
wearing a white, short sleeved, camp shirt.  The material was so fine I
could see his muscle definition perfectly.  It was prefect for a summer day
in Phoenix.  As I rolled down the window, I couldn't help but notice the
bulge in his black jeans that was almost at my eye level.

"Hey, what can we help you with?"  A lot of thoughts went through my mind
that had nothing to do with cars.

"I'm thinking about buying this car and I wanted to get it inspected to
find out if there are any problems."

"We're just getting ready to close."

"Please.  I only have the car for a little while."

The man glanced toward the open garage door and I saw that he was looking
at who must be the mechanic.  He too was wearing black jeans but had a
white, wife beater instead of a camp shirt.  There was a couple of grease
stains on the shirt that highlighted how tight it was over his chest.
"Hey, AJ, you got enough time to inspect this car?"

"Sure, Sophia is expecting me but I'll just give her a call."  There was
something about the man that looked familiar to me.

"We can do it for $100, does that work for you?"

"Sure."

"Leave the keys in the car and AJ or my brother will pull it in.  Come into
the office and get out of the heat."  I followed the man into an office
area that wasn't small but it wasn't that large either.  I enjoyed walking
behind him because of the way his ass looked in his jeans.

"Nick, go pull this guy's car into the bay."  A man that had been sitting
behind a desk stood up, he looked like a duplicate of the guy I had been
talking to.  Same size and coloring, the only difference was that his
straight, black hair was hanging loose around his face and he kept pushing
it off his forehead.  Instead of a camp shirt, he was wearing a white shirt
with sleeves rolled up beyond his biceps.  The shirt hung loose since it
was open.  His smooth pecs and six pack showing for all to see.  His dark
wash jeans rode low on his hips.  I could see the brand name of his
underwear.

The man who had come to my car told me to have a seat.  "We were just going
to have a beer before we went home, do you want one?"

"Sure, thanks."  After he handed me a beer and opened one for himself, I
glanced around the office.  There was a picture of an older Hispanic man
with an attractive African-American woman.  Standing with them was the guy
who had handed me the beer and the man he had called Nick.  Seeing them
side by side in the picture it was obvious that they were brothers.  There
was an attractive young woman in the picture also.  "Nice picture."

"Thanks, that's our parents, me and my brother Nick and my sister Sophia.
This place is named for our father, Mateo.  He doesn't come around much
anymore, he lets the three of us take care of things."  The brothers' skin
tone made sense now, part Latino and part African-American.  It made for a
nice look.

Just making conversation, "You mean, you, your brother and your sister."

"No, Alejandro or AJ, the guy in the garage is married to our sister."

"Oh, and your name is?"

"Sorry, I'm Miguel.  And you are?"

"Chad."

Nick, Miguel's brother, had come back to the office and grabbed a beer.  He
sat back down at the desk and put his feet up.  I didn't know where to let
my eyes come to rest, the brothers were so hot.  Just then AJ came into the
office.  Directed at me, "Come on out here."  He seemed a bit nervous.  All
of a sudden it dawned on me where I had seen him before.  A couple times
when I had been at one of the adult bookstores in town, AJ had been there.
He was just the kind of guy I was drawn to, a man that is built and has
that rough trade thing going on.  Sometimes I think that some of the men
try to act like that when they were hanging around the bookstore but AJ was
the real deal.  I had to admit that there were several times that I had
stalked him in the bookstore but we never hooked up, at least that I knew
about, I may have sucked his cock a time or two through a glory hole.

"How long ago was the accident?"

"Huh, what accident?"

"This is your car, right?"

As we continued to talk, we kept getting farther and farther from the
office.  "No, I'm thinking about buying it."

When we got to the rear of the car, the trunk was open and completely
blocked the view from the office.  AJ whispered, "I know you, you're one of
the cocksuckers at the bookstore downtown.  You say anything to my
brother-in-laws and I'll kick the shit out of you.  They say anything to
their Dad and Sophia than I'm going to lose a share in this place."  AJ was
so close to me that I could feel the heat emanating from his body.  He
smelled like hard work and Irish Spring.

"Why would I say anything?"

"I hear what you queers guys say to each other, `how big this guy is and
how much cum that guy shoots', shit like that.  I don't need you saying
anything about my cock."  While he said all of this his hand was on his
crotch and he was kneading it.

"Don't worry about it, I'm just here about the car."

He calmed down a bit and then pointed to something in the trunk.  "See that
bend in the metal right there?"

"Yeah."  He had moved so that he was standing right behind me.

"That indicates to me that the car was in an accident, I'm guessing it was
read ended."  I could sense that he was even closer and then knew it when
he pushed his crotch into my ass and added, "I bet you like to get rear
ended."  I'm so bad that I pushed my ass back.  "Follow me."  I was hoping
he was going to take me somewhere to rear end me, but instead we went to
the front of the car where the hood was up.  "By what I see up here, I'm
pretty sure that this car was in a chain reaction pile-up."  That actually
happened quite often in Phoenix because of the monsoons and the dust
storms.  He did something and the car rose from the ground.  AJ pointed out
that there was some damage to the front axle.

"Thanks, I won't be buying this car."

After he lowered the car and closed the hood and the trunk, he gripped my
shoulder and walked me back to the office.  "Guys, you're not going to
believe this, this maricon just asked if I wanted a blow job instead of
paying us.  He even grabbed my junk."  I was confused, he didn't want me to
say anything and yet he was telling them that I had propositioned him, not
that it was a bad idea or anything.  Miguel just stared at me and AJ while
Nick got an evil grin on his face.  "I bet this faggot hasn't ever seen a
real man's dick only other little fag dicks."  Nick agreed with AJ but
Miguel just looked uncomfortable.

It was Nick that said, "Maybe we should show him."  The way he was slurring
his words, he obviously had started on the beers earlier that day.  He got
up from the desk and began rubbing the prominent bulge in his jeans.  I
could see that AJ's bulge was growing.

Miguel spoke, "Come on guys, I don't feel right about this."

"Why not Bro?  From what you've told me, you've been having a dry spell
lately, you probably have a case of blue balls.  If this little puta wants
our cocks why not make him happy, right AJ?"  I finally got it, if AJ got
the brothers to go along with this, they would have nothing to use against
him if they found out sometime in the future about him getting blow jobs
from someone other than his wife.  "Come on Miguel, whip it out."  Nick was
saying that while he was opening the front of his jeans and pushing down
the front of his underwear revealing a nice, fat cock.

"Wait a minute."  I thought Miguel was going to stop what I was now
starting to look forward to, but instead he went to the office door and
closed the blinds.  He then went to the door to the garage and I heard the
bay doors close.

It was Nick that took the lead, he came over to me and grabbed my hand and
brought it to his dick, "You like that?  This is man's cock.  Think you can
handle it?"  By now AJ had pulled his cock out and was stroking it while
the bulge in Miguel's jeans was obviously growing.  "Get down on your
knees."

Watching all three men, I got down on my knees.  Nick turned to Miguel,
"We'll give you the honors little brother."  Nick directed the next comment
to me, "I'm not talking about his dick size, it's as big as mine, I just
meant that he was born a minute after I was."  Twins!  "Help him get it
out, cocksucker."

I scooted over to Miguel and put my hand on his bulge, leaned in and
nuzzled it.  Then I leaned back on my heels and undid the front of Miguel's
jeans.  He hadn't moved but when I struggled to get his cock out of his
boxer briefs, he helped.  They were definitely twins, if I didn't see which
cock was attached to which man, I wouldn't know one from the other.  I
reached over to Nick, grabbed his cock and pulled him toward his brother.
I started alternating between the two cock heads, moving my tongue all
around both, getting them slick with my spit.  Then I started taking the
heads of their cocks between my lips, first Nick and then Miguel.  Nick was
getting into it but Miguel still seemed uncomfortable.  When my lips were
wrapped around Miguel's dick, Nick said, "Let me help you hermano."  Nick
put his hand on the back of my head and applied pressure, pushing me
farther onto his brother's cock.

AJ asked, "What's it feel like, Miguel?"  He really was building his story.

"It...feels...fucking nice."

"See I told you little brother."  Nick then pulled me from Miguel's dick
and brought my face to his and I gobbled it down.  Twins had always been
one of my fantasies.  At one point I pulled both cocks together and worked
to get both heads into my hungry mouth but they were too big.  I started to
lick the precum that was oozing from both men.  AJ came into view, he was
stroking his dick.  While neither of the twins had anything to worry
regarding their cock sizes, AJ's was even more impressive, just as I
imagined it would be all the times I'd seen him at the bookstore.

"Let me see what a fag's mouth feels like."  I just rolled my eyes but it
was while I turned my attention to AJ's meat.  "Shit, that feels nice.  I
wish Sophia would blow me once in a while."

Nick punched AJ in the arm, "Fucker, don't talk about our sister like
that."  Well, that explained the visits to the bookstore.  In my mind I was
imagining the next time that I ran across AJ, I was going to make sure I
got his cock between my lips again.

I started moving from cock to cock.  When one was in my mouth the other two
would be stroking.  Miguel was the first to feed me his load.  His brother
was correct, he must have had a bad case of blue balls because he almost
drowned me with his load, but I didn't waste a drop.  Nick was next, his
load tasted just like his brother but there wasn't the same quantity.  The
last was AJ, when I could tell he was close, I opened my mouth and held the
head of his cock to my tongue so that he could watch the strings of his cum
enter my mouth.  I closed my lips and swirled his cum all over his dick and
then pulled my mouth free.  I opened my mouth again, showing him his load
and made a show of swallowing.  I wanted to make sure he knew what he had
been missing all those times at the bookstore.

They all high fived each other while I rested on my heels again.  AJ spoke
first, "I already called Sophia and told her I was going to be late.  Why
don't you two head home and I'll get the fag's car out of the bay."

"You don't mind?", Miguel asked.

"Nah, just make sure Nick gets home, he's had too much to drink."

The twins headed out the door but Miguel turned back to me, "Forget the
$100 Chad, on the house."  I decided I liked Miguel.

When we heard a car leave the lot, AJ gripped my shoulder again and took me
out to the garage but didn't raise the bay door.  He pulled me toward the
back of the car and pushed me forward on to the trunk.  "Open your jeans."
When I had, AJ pulled them down.  He pushed my cheeks apart and spat on my
hole.  I also heard him spit again which I assumed was on his hand at that
he spread it on his cock before he drove it in my ass to his balls.  Since
he had already cum, AJ was able to pound my ass for about 15 minutes.  AJ
had a filthy mouth and kept calling me a pussy for letting a guy fuck me.
He could call me whatever he wanted as long as he kept doing what he was
doing, it didn't affect my self-esteem.  As soon as I felt his warm spunk
fill my ass, he pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass.  As I was
struggling to pull my jeans back up he was opening the bay door.  He didn't
say a word as I got into the car and backed out of the garage and then the
door came down.  I wondered if he would say anything to me the next time I
saw him at the bookstore.

I made it back to the car owner's house just before the sun went.  She said
she was starting to worry that something bad might have happened.  I told
her nothing bad had happened, that actually something good had happened,
but that I wasn't going to buy the car.  When she asked why, I told her it
was because I had the car inspected and that I knew it had been rear ended.
I neglected to tell her that if her car hadn't been rear ended, I wouldn't
have gotten rear ended either.

As I drove back to my apartment in my piece of shit Chevy, I decided that
as much fun as I was having looking for cars, I just needed to bite the
bullet.  The next day, I searched dealers on line and found a 2005 bluish
green Sebring convertible.  If I had to buy a used car, I at least was
going to buy one that would make me look good.

BE WELL,

CHAD
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