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i think this guy is hitting on her and is about to touch her assssss

Dave sees a box with wheels under it. He has an idea...

Dave climbs into the Box Car of Doom. He seems awful calm. Almost too calm.

Dave doesn't know what he's getting into.

Chris shoots rays of invincabilty at Dave so he can't get hurt. As chris would say... Riiiiiight...

die biatch

Sherry provides the Box Car with *some* initial speed. (Notice Dave's facial epression, we think the g-force from this launch is what caused Dave to forget everything about how to fix laptops.)

Here he comes - watch out! Get out of the way! Oh no - a puppy! Dave - you flattened the puppy!

And there he goes... Was nice knowing you Dave!

Dylan is a raging flaming flamer

The darkness censored this picture. Probably a good thing. Hint: Dave is about to hit something hard.

Dave's joo-janta 200 super chromatic peril-sensitive sunglasses just kicked in.

Dave suffer no major injuries (if you count loss of memory, perminate pain in several key areas of the body, and constant delusions as not major) , and Sherry quickly bans riding in the Box Car of Doom.

Chris eyes the Treadmill of Death. He needs another beer.