I hope your wife doesn't get jealous of the sexy ass Italian Abarth engineers which you will undoubtedly try to lure into an empty bed to fulfill your 500 Hemi'd pickup dream.
I've just gotten to the point where I can't be bothered to fix them anymore. It seems like I have to crack it open to fix one more than I actually feel like playing on the system. It's the british sports car of video games.
Not even a revolver at all.
I heard Tiger's current ride is Lindsey Vonn.
Or, what's the cocaine doing piled up on the ground instead of on the hookers' breasts?
I saw the lines on the grass...I saw a modified car...and I thought, did that car just mow the lawn?
But just look at the 80s girl swooning at the LeMans! Don't you want it so bad?
I was thinking more along the lines of ass-crack of dawn.
The difference between the X4 and the SX4 is the SX4 was awesome and the X4 is pointless.
Just the other day I almost got ran over at a sidewalk crossing by an older gent that could barely see over the dashboard of his HHR....scary.
holy fucking shit ass balls! That is an actual motorized turd!