Well, starting with suck, yeah I will leave that there. Feet on the dashboard or on the doors themselves. Playing with their phones, using the car as a full-blown wardrobe closet and make-up room. 

Sorry, backseat drivers will be drowned out by virtue of loud music. And my wife doesn’t ride with me. I am a lunatic behind the wheel.

Tuesday is Soylent Green Day!

They better have my S&M room totally isolated. 50 Shades of Grey Puke.....

The dude in the background is the real story here. He is the mother’s backdoor man. 

I kinda like the SSR, though it still gets ragged on incessantly.

Happy Birfday!

Anything with the name God in it personally, unless Jimi Hendrix is involved

I have the perfect plate for my future Ferrari, 6 ELPIRT

A Yugo and a Lotus Europa with really shitty re-wiring from a previous restoration.

“Hey young lady, would you like to see my Captains log?”

Hmm, someone offered me a lot of money on the Civic Si I just bought.....Tempting. I want to wait though. The Honda Type R and the new Nissan Z are not out yet.

I would have the same look on my face after a few hits of acid and some Johnny Walker Blue label. 

There is am LM version

Neutral: I’d rather watch slideshows than the new FF movie. 

Ole Nessie

Neutral: 8 20 at work and already waked N baked. Listening to some Mastadon's Remission album, and watching all the country music lovers lose their minds. It's a glorious day.

In the same context, I wonder what kind of backseat Bon Scott was singing about. A Holden Ute's backseat which there is none. Or a late 70s Ford Falcon.

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