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Mailbox Cancer
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Uh huh.

You fucking rock, dude.

Yeah, socialism. What a party.

For $2k, this looks to be in great shape as a non-running conversation piece for an office reception with a retro-futurist 80s vibe. Display that engine, albeit cleaned up and drained (maybe lacquered in a harlequin paint scheme), under a glass coffee table surrounded by crushed velvet La-Z-Boys.

Great Wall Motors. “Let’s Places Go!”

*Enhance*

Tell you what: that configurator is the bomb.

Dear Ralph Gilles,

Nice

Surely I’m not the only one to do it, especially during pre-coffee hours of the morning, but I keep reading this as the FORD GRANDMA.

Pardon the salty response, but go fuck yourself.

Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty ..... pretty good.

I’m of two minds about this.

+1, Always Blue.

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It’s time for the Skin Grater!

Popcorn kernel feels like its stuck in throat!
The hiccups!
Tummy don’t feel so good!
Not in great mood!

+1 Indian Burn

Uh oh.