blah blah blah specs vents yeah whatever
blah blah blah specs vents yeah whatever
I move that Mr. Perkins be referred to as "Old Ironsides" from now on.
But the *numbers* that follow the letters will still be made-up bullshit that has nothing to do with displacement and everything to do with being a dick-measuring contest, right?
Thank you.
It's the Ford GT-spec Ricardo six-speed.
Hey Jeep-bro - spoiler alert!
Caught me.
It's called putting that wreck out of its misery and JeepBro should've gunned it.
I do really enjoy those Enzyte commercials, though. The jingle is very catching and Bob's sort of frumpy middle-aged wife just always looks so damn happy.