Ace Boobtoucher
Founder and Captain of the Douchepatrol
Speaking of NASCAR, I recently bought a 1988 Bronco XLT with a 24 sticker on the rear window. Actually someone thankfully had tried to remove it but you can still totally see the number. Which kind of sucks since I **** stock car racing. But it runs like a champ and I can take the roof off if I want to. It gets terrible gas mileage but I can take it out to the desert and fart around if I want to. My nephews like it because it's nice and loud. When I take them to the YMCA to go swimming they like the fact that a lot of people stop what they're doing when they hear the engine's throaty roar. I like to take it to work along with a good book because very few people can actually look into the interior because it sits so high. Right now I'm reading "The Secret Servant" by Daniel Silva. I like his stuff because a lot of his plots focus on Israeli mentality towards self defense and retribution.
Anyway, you gotta be some kind of super duper white trash to shave a number into your back, am I right?
Anyway, you gotta be some kind of super duper white trash to shave a number into your back, am I right?
