I didn’t want it. I wanted to keep my ‘83 533i, but the rings were toast on that 200,000 mile engine and it wouldn’t handle the 7 hour drive down to TAMU.

My dad worked out a deal with the company he did work for on a used maroon Firebird. Automatic. V6. Did I mention already that I didn’t want it? At least let me get…

I demanded, then, that they discontinue the car to hide my embarrassment.

Cunt is the word I think you’re looking for