Be careful, Jason. You don’t want to offend the sensibilities of some butthurt snowflake like you did with the Calvin peeing stickers.

I’m curious how you were able to extract those two cents out of your pocket with your ass being so tight.

Uh, shame comes to my mind before charm does.

Just lie to the cops about the car just recently coming back from the body shop with no front plate.  I’ve been doing it for years in Texas.  They soak it up 9 out of 10 times.

1:20.  You’re welcome.

But the patina is just about there.

I wonder what it would be like to be a recently MagnaPooned Deliverator.  Asking for a friend.

David could probably find and tow home five cars for $900.00, and have parts money left over.

Well, I guess they didn’t see THAT coming, did they?

Perhaps, but we’ve seen you get impressed by rusted out hulks that are barely adequate as tacky yard art before. I think the bar is a bit low, here.

I especially liked the 0-60 time.  Can you imagine trying to keep tires on that fucker?

It sounds to me like Mr. Austin, in the future, should treat this as a learning experience and learn to do his goddam homework in order to keep his lily white candy ass from getting religiously kicked in the aforementioned future.

It has to do with the heat of the meat.

It wasn’t exactly a car, but Hodaka had a dirt bike named the Road Toad.

Nibby, there’s a special place in hell for you.

Man, I hope the shrink wrap didn’t dent the fenders, Jason. It looks pretty tight.

You’ve had three days to come back with a response and this is the best you could do?  Who’s really the imbecile?

That’s really a pencil in her hand for the crossword she’s doing.  The smoke’s coming from her hoohah.  Look at the smile on his face.

You are cordially invited to blow it out your ass, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.  Have a nice day.

Wrong room, princess. Jezebel’s down the hall.