I’m in the greys, but we’ll post this creepy one anyway.
I’m in the greys, but we’ll post this creepy one anyway.
I’m going to start issuing press releases for my own dreams too:
The white t-shirt story got me. Bravo.
Ahem, Kompressor
IT’S NOT MY FAULT!!! I SHOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN BORN!!! https://www.cars.com/vehicledetail/detail/625918141/overview/
No words needed.
But as a more relevant example, Scion tC.
You know a few years ago video games stopped including manuals in the cases. That should have been our first warning.
The ‘78 GMC my dad had rocked a 400 small block, I sat on the fender with my feet on the frame rails to change spark plugs. They came with optional 454s. So the answer can be summarized as this:
NP!!! Sub $1k to start.. and you know he’ll knock another 2-hun 3-hundo off since it’s been sitting for a dozen years and he can’t fix it. This is screw it, why not money. Plus the paint job is cool
I’m normally not one to say this but how hard would it be to shove an LS in there?
Here’s the problem with the homeless situation:
Anal Destruction Rampage: often happens when somebody sneaks ecstasy into prison
A Celebrity wagon with the Iron Duke and nine passengers will top out at 45mph. Just trust me on this one.
Along with your standard misspelling of here!
Good luck finding a 2006 GTO under 10k that isn’t a piece of shit. That one may look clean, but it has 160k, has been in an accident, and has a rebuilt motor (can be good or bad.) Every used GTO is sold by someone who thinks their car is worth twice what it actually is.
Back in 2008, I had just finished my freshman year of college and I was super stoked to come back home and see my gf. We met in HS and she was a year younger. Also of note, I was driving a 1992 Lexus LS400. It was a tank. It never did anything crazy to me and it was very faithful. I loved that car.
Dad has a Triumph TR6 that eerily doesn’t leak and starts on the first attempt...
I drive a BRZ. It is a cheap, bargain basement sports car.
If you try to bring even one potato chip inside with you, you will be greeted by the sight of your own blood as it pours from behind your eyeball sockets.
Unless you’ve managed to make it inside my car. Because I don’t want any blood stains either.