I hope you all die, horribly.
P.S. FU Pink Taco Stadium, You could have opened the roof, you pieces of shit.
[Beer was involved in this posting. The bitter ale of imperfection and the infuriating lager of the toad-like shuffling slouch of a gloating Manning. Or perhaps it was Coors Light, the official overindulgence of the NFL. - Ed.]
2.2L of badly running crap
Cracker and pops, switching out the Zephyr for a different piece of shit.
Actually, this was a pretty good car, except that it freaked out at highway speeds. Madonna had to come pick me up one sexathon weekend, somewhere north of Ann Arbor, because it just refused to go faster than 55 – as if it had a governor.
[ca. February 1985]
The car so "nice" we bought one twice
Pops had an ‘80, dark green, that succeeded the Monarch. Orange on the dash and black walls and the smell of undercoating were its redeeming qualities.
