
Originally Posted by
Huggies
Reading is easy (and fundemental). I said I had trouble making sense of your incredibly fat and hairy statements. Perhaps, when you painted your rims by hand in an unventilated garage you lost a few million too many brain cells. Perhaps, those brain cells were responsable for knowing the difference between a 350Zucks and a Carrera RS.
Perhaps, while driving Fast and Furious(TM) down by the rail tracks against some Honda Civics with your non-functional fire extinguisher velcroed to your dash and your speed sapping bolt-on "Aerodynamic Enhancements" applied by your certified auto mechanic half-cousin Wallace you knocked all the god damned sense out ya head and onto the well worn pavement.
Perhaps, real men don't care how fast they are going or how ugly they look. Perhaps, real men are content with a subtle tool that allows those of skill to carve a fine and delicate slice of cheesecake out of the road of life.
Keep your blunt force trauma induction device of a rice burner, with the hand painted rims.