So I'm walking up to the courthouse when I come across this little number on Main Street. That's right, "Main Street" as in "Main Street in the Good Ol' U S Of A" where we like our pickup trucks, Allsups' burritos and overweight women showing their midriffs. This is not the place you expect to see some fancy Mercedes - much less a red Mercedes - much less a red Mercedes convertible. Obviously, our immigration policy isn't working in this county because we have a foreigner amongst us. I'll keep my eye on it. In the meantime, I'm raising the Big Money Intruder Alert Level to orange. And I'm getting the Sheriff on the horn. Developing . . .
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