What do you think? The brand is easy, but… (answer after the jump)
This is another of the Chicken king’s stable of rides. (It’s not the actual car: his was original and mint). It’s not a grail car, because I only rode in it once, and the highlight was not ludicrous speed, driving on the beach, or cruising campus for topless Western babes jumping in to sex me […]
I found the lair.
This guy could not be bothered to wash his hands after emailing a picture of his pissing cock to his lover Fabio. Or his Italian confidential secretary (also Fabio). Tomato, tomahto.