Her: "what do you need that for."
Me: "Rip said I 'needed one.'"
I was at Source Automotive "helping" my brother get gottahaveits, gauges... and Rip said, "here this will fit your truck you needed one, if you don't like it return it. Send me the payment when you can." Oh, poop! That is how I got a DSS.
Rip Rook is an evil man, wives and girlfriends hate him.
