You know the guy that drives this has a suit covered in buttons. Not the 1 inch band buttons, but the keeping jackets and your pants up buttons. Thousands of them. And his name is Leslie.

Black cars are waay cooler than anything else.

Dear god I hope my imagined reality does not inlude white water horses in the beginning throes of foreplay.

Pretty cool car at a local show. Crazy low and sounded pretty badass. Didn’t get a chance to talk to theguy because as he was leaving some douche bag in a brand new Corvette did a burnout in the middle of the street, showering my friend and his kid with gravel. Total fuckhat. Oh well, he had a receeding hairline and looked like all he had in life was his gay new car.

Roadfood: 2 corndogs, beef jerkey, apple, Tiajuana Mama. The apple is just for show. Tiajuana Mama however will not be soon forgotten. The label boasted 300% hotter. Hotter than what? No refrence was given. It was a pickled sausage, and it was horrific. A texture that was far more paste like than meat should be and yes it was hot. Real hot.