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Years ago, I saw my friend pull into the crowded high school parking lot in his '67 Impala comvertible (top up). He saw my friends and I and started to fiddle with his stereo (to let us hear his bass). After a moment I heard a large WHOOMP and my friend disappeared into a large cloud of sawdust. He jumped out of the car coughing and covered in particleboard. He started explain to me how he decided to port his box during lunch break and forgot to vacuum it out, but I was too busy laughing at him to pay attention.
Those ports made handy ashtrays on our 6 hour trip to the beach that summer.
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