Apparently, when equipped with an insignifcant amount of his surname, Mr. Horsepower loses his cigar and becomes rather oddly shaped. We'd replace him with a matte candy-apple grey scheme with glossy gold scallops. And then we'd hoon the freakin' snot outta damn thing. Somebody book us a room at Cedars-Sinai. Can we get bone-setting comped in exchange Gridskipper coverage?
HONDA motora owner ume [Brat Style]
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