You can do better than this, Lurlene
Yeah. I own it. And no, the loose slots they advertised had nothing to do with gambling or hookers. In a related story, meet my new husband Johnnie Walker.
I agree. Smoking that Bolivian Cluster Fuck sensimilla was a batshit crazy idea. Now bring me a fucking beer, bitch!!!
Vegas, baby! A new Pagani Zonda, obvs. Failing that, a “Government Approved High Speed Testing Vehicles” sticker will have to do.
Foufcfk, John Law. We've got a sticker and no electronic limiters (c) Chetan Patel
SOURCE: Two Pagani C9 Prototypes Spied in South Africa – WCF Exclusive Photos
is little tweeting bird chirping in meadow. Logic is wreath of pretty flowers that smell bad.
Nowhere am I so desperately needed as among a shipload of illogical humans.
Spied at SEMA 2009
10W40 works better than VO5
Beau from Pimp My Ride/Galpin Auto, in all his 10w40 haired creep gay* stalker dude glory
*NTTAWWT. Also, pure speculation.
Car on the right. Decide now: cop or not.
there is no zoom function on the highway
…and it shows. Your rolling creamsicle ads come in lots of different flavors
Lime
Possibly the flavor is Sour Apple
Licorice
Black and topless like hookers named Apple
Orange
The color of 8 barrel air cleaners
Red? Rust?
Him: Reddened, like it’s engorged.
Her: Stop looking at my boobs or I will take this microphone and Casino Royale your personal BJ quest into oblivion.
Golden
Like the flavor of popcorn. Or showers, one supposes, since it seems to invite being pissed on.
The elusive WTF mark V, which tastes of mystery and Wild Turkey
The elusive WTF Mark V, which tastes of mystery and Wild Turkey
Vanilla
The high dollar chicas are not impressed, even when it’s Italian
Lemon yellow?
Ahh, overcompensation. Lemon, like “pucker up”? Not subtle. Banana, to go with a long hood and side exhausts? You think it says long and hard. She’ll think yellow banans are already starting to go soft and are hours away from rotting. Also, gasses – pheww – watch out.
When all else fails...
…just drop the bonnet on an Aston, regardless of color. While it does say, “I’m fucking desperate,” it also says “old money” and jacuzzi suite at the Wynn. Whadda you got to lose.
The only sure fire solution: B/W like Nick at Nite
Even if you’re a door knob, driving old Vegas says “yeah baby” in that ever so right sort of way.
for an SRP of $12,000, you can wear your dumbass on the outside of your Corvette
Galpin Iacocca Mustang - because making the ass look fatter works just as well as it does on chicas.
