You’re right. I too want to be insanely rich.
You’re right. I too want to be insanely rich.
Alternatively:
Yesterday my boss took a head count to see who was actually going to show up today. I’m hoping that head count was for a donut order. It better be for a donut order.
V8 powered? I’d think Shatner would be more of a rocket man.
Ah, I see, makes sense. Well the idea of driving barefoot is not appealing, but I guess it’s not particularly dangerous. Sounds unpleasant and uncomfortable, especially with a clutch (me, not the Hummer), or in the rare occasion of hard braking. Maybe I’m just a precious snowflake, though.
Muscle and luxury do not get to exist in one space. The Mustang and Camaro are both sports cars. More importantly, you don’t “win Muscle Car wars” with a four banger.
So Kanye was right? Win the Super Bowl and drive off in a Hyundai?
Stef went to Baylor. She’s not part of your burnt orange media conspiracy.
I worked for STI back in the day. One time some jackwagen from some outlet named like the “High Desert News” had our Trooper II and when he returned it he left a, thankfully, unloaded revolver under the seat. I believe he was a reserve sheriff or something. Anyway even after a wash and vacuum the weapon was still just…
If you manage to achieve driving faster than your lights I’m sure NASA will want to talk to you.
That’s just physics dude. Can’t travel faster than the speed of light. It’s not allowed. No.
“never drive faster than your lights”
Why? Because they CAN, and absolutely zero reason other than that.
We need more Spyker’s, not Hybrid Bugatti’s—and a new RS5 with a fucking V8!