In other words, it's quittin' time on Friday and I'm going home to cold beer, clear skies, and a 19-month-old son who just last night did what any self-respecting father lives for: He pointed to my 1970 Chevelle in the garage and said, "Ride? Ride?"
Hell yeah, Biggie Smalls, get yer wife-beater on! Time to hit the open road!
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