I want to guilt you into having sex with me and then have lots of regret. The car for you if you think bringing a baby to a bar is no big deal. My vagina is now the cursed earth! Freedom of the triple B. Big, brown, and boring land out top. I drive a 2JZ Subaru. My dad works for the government. My hands are registered as weapons. Your car is a giant, fallous, Charlie Brown. I'm bringing a gun to a car, me! Fall about that better burn, yo. But if that keeps you from cartwheeling through your superintendents front lawn, while he's on all fours in his living room, watching a VHS tape of Titan AE while he binds his crooked dick with confiscated silly bands, a Pontiac Firebird is as American as hating your neighbor. There goes in one turbo when it comes bigger and air goes in another turbo when it comes out. Then it goes round, round, round, round, round, round, round, round, piss, spin. I am a man and my pubes are legal tender in East India and parts of Omaha. No sniffing farts won't cure cancer and taking your coffee black doesn't mean you're a psychopath. Your time's done old man. We make more power than you and the kids like us more. And I can still get hard with a fart. The official car of, no, I never jerk off. There's always strip mall beaver lining up for my wild boar. Like a good neighbor, stay off my lawn. I'm your dad. Go to your room. Go to your corner. You've been screwing up too much in church. You'd confuse my people because midship amusement. My Ford is mostly cause flat point high. Haven't you heard? Slow is cool. Oh, I have a paper towel roll filled with micro machines. It goes inside the buttocks. Oh, oh, oh, heavens it's stuck. I've ever seen that one porn channel called Come Control. Imagine getting a baby oil handy like that. Hey kid, I'm your uncle. I work a deck of batteries. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw queer and miners, Lil? And he stole a TI-85 graphing calculator and he shoving it in and out of his ass while a model train goes in a slow circle in the corner. Looks like an E36 if you squint your eyes, tilt your head and bludgeon yourself with a hammer. Look, a beach towel with a finding Nemo design shouldn't cost any more than a towel with a generic shell and a starfish design. Two chicken breasts serve as buns for a light spread of peanut butter and a sprinkling of one a day vitamins. It's called the Gaines Witch Jr. Trials, triangles, triangles, triangles, triangles. You never had, you had me, you'd never have me if I had run. It's over there, it's the window and incite on my wrist ring. Own up on your chaw sir. They call that stuff great literature. It's really nothing but rough sex. All you had to do is follow the DAMM train CJ. Your average model might install an aftermarket cam shaft, boost valve duration which has the net benefit of increasing air flow and BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM STI stands for C-TITS immediately. Super Turbo Impeller. Slam Tates. I. Why does the Hulk need to drive? Square Body. Oh, you want some of this? My dick is full of cheese. Rage and fist pumping. Oh, I can quit when I want to. Get, get, get, get, get, low when the whistle goes. Stavin' moist. Oh, yes, the cool that see fall. And the ones found see what my tastes have matured. Oh, my nipple. Oh, brown brown. This is a car for the man who describes sex and escalating brutality. Is it fun? Hell yeah. Because I'm a slut for that flashing red light that went back and forth. Sexually transmitted infection. And then the interior of the car gets unbearably hot. It was so fuzzy. I bought the 1994 Nissan 300ZX. It's one of the children's lives. The ultimate rental car. 1994 Toyota Super Turbo. Do you have your dick out yet? Tomorrow's Christmas. But trying to get this thing up the speed is like trying to staple an egg to a brick wall. Inflation fetish. Latter day, take. There's so few of you that you have to band together and fist bump and touch butts. Because I really like John Wayne in the searchers. Because he was racist. Dick pills. It's old as anthracite and still in demand. Rich Portland, Oregon hipster bait. Out drive truck. Which fird is best fird? My fird is best because I'm the first guy to say danger ranger. The interior was too low rent and impoverished for the likes of me. So I've gone for Japanese quality this time. Faster than it's smelly American car. Unprinciple. Everybody's looking at me. I'm the special part of their day now. And I know it. Here I come. I'm really small. Just like the gay bar on the corner keeps the church pews full every Sunday. The F-150 keeps people from ever messing around with you on the open road. 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