So grab a paper bag, breathe into it and calm your ass down. You’re hyperventilating because you ain’t never seen a deal like this before. Now collect yourself, then keep reading this incredible description that barely serves to do justice to my Ford Torino.
My taint had a love/hate relationship with this particular bit of the machine so I had them recovered. Before that they smashed my prostate and has likely rendered fatherhood impossible. But let’s face it, I’d rather have a car than another kid.
Find a bowling ball. Then find another one. Your nuts must be at least that big to even consider making this car the dreamiest object to ever take up too much space in your driveway.
Cause I’m not trying to take advantage of you. But you should take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. But aren’t you sad about selling the greatest car on earth?