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Who needs a burnout button when you have a clutch pedal?!?! You guys are squares!
The new wagon literally can't do a burnout. HO cam + 3.08's + heavy wagon ass = no fun. At least it barks the 1-2 every time, and did light off a one wheel wonder on that one right hander.
I know only one circumstance when a male person should stress his drive train and tires in order to create noxious gray/black smoke and the male person must be under twenty-one. Said person has been encouraged by his yummy girlfriend to believe TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT. He has invested in a sixpack of condoms which guarantee sensitivity and girlfriend's entire satisfaction plus a sixpack of miller light, three of which he has consumed enroute to her house. He has shaved his scanty facial hair and annointed his face with pungent aftershave. He showered paying particular attention to that organ which he intends to display and employ. He wears a tshirt bearing the name of the rapper dejure, clean but raggedy blue jeans clean socks and underwear without holes.
His panther has been through the carwash and wears last year's hip wheels. Perhaps he whistles as he ambles to the front door. Perhaps he regrets not bringing flowers/chocolates/something.
At the door he is greeted by GIRLFRIEND'S mother."Oh, I'm sorry, Billy: Sue has gone to a slumber party at her friend Julia's. You know Julia, of course. Her brother Robbie is the quarterback."
I know only one circumstance when a male person should stress his drive train and tires in order to create noxious gray/black smoke and the male person must be under twenty-one. Said person has been encouraged by his yummy girlfriend to believe TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT. He has invested in a sixpack of condoms which guarantee sensitivity and girlfriend's entire satisfaction plus a sixpack of miller light, three of which he has consumed enroute to her house. He has shaved his scanty facial hair and annointed his face with pungent aftershave. He showered paying particular attention to that organ which he intends to display and employ. He wears a tshirt bearing the name of the rapper dejure, clean but raggedy blue jeans clean socks and underwear without holes.
His panther has been through the carwash and wears last year's hip wheels. Perhaps he whistles as he ambles to the front door. Perhaps he regrets not bringing flowers/chocolates/something.
At the door he is greeted by GIRLFRIEND'S mother."Oh, I'm sorry, Billy: Sue has gone to a slumber party at her friend Julia's. You know Julia, of course. Her brother Robbie is the quarterback."
Justified Burnout.
Donald
Can I get some applause for this? ^^^
Summer car-> 1988 Lincoln Town Car, triple blue, 335,xxx km. New HO 5.0 in and running. Bought 2006/08/22. June 2017 PotM!
Winter vehicle-> 1995 Ford F-250 XLT SuperCab 4x4, 284,xxx+km. AKA "Brutus" 460/E4OD/4.10 axles and 12 MPG. Bought 2019/08/14
Originally posted by phayzer5
I drive a Lincoln. I can't be bothered to shift like the peasants and rabble rousers
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