screen door on a submarine-ass defender

Window rolls down, and it's a 70-something lady with a wry smile.

'outta gas?'

'yep'

'hop in, I gotcha'

(I'll never forget the 'I gotcha')

Cindy (and Cleo, the little poof dog in the back seat) hauled me there, waited for me to fill a can, and then drove me back to my car. Many dankes, Cindy!

a wise person once said 'it's not the size of the dog in the fart, it's the size of the fart in the dog'

I think that's what they said

it's the Scooby-Doo episode they shelved for its on-noseness, with the final scene the crew pulling off an orange rubber facemask revealing a head that's just a half-chewed hamberder

Dennis Erickson era 49ers steward-rulin’ ass