Ha ha.

Disemvoweled?

Truly, truly chickenshit.

Yeah. I think I'm with entertheoctopus. I can handle people getting mangled, but christ man that headless dog thing is just really harsh and it makes me feel sick.
Hld n jst ht mnt hr.
Lt m gt ths strght.
Y gt pd t fly rnd th wrld nd wrt bt crs fr lvng, rght?
nd y hv th blls t wst my tm wth yr ntrmnbl whngng bt hw yr ccmmdtns wrn't p t yr stndrds!
Wht pl f Ht Grbg!
Nxt tm lt m knw nd 'll hv 3000 ct. bx f Ktx wtng fr y ndr th nm Qn Frthydch t Chrls dGll!

Ths s n pn lttr t th mngmnt f Jlpnk.

Dr Srs:

Pls pt ths pthtc bnd f gks n sm-prmnnt hts s tht thy my cm hm nd gt th scnd hlf f thr sx-chng prtns prfrmd.
Lt m pt myslf p fr thr rplcmnt, nd wll strt y dwn th lng rd t rgnng th rspct f yr dnc, n tht cnssts f fw rl mn wth rl jbs. prms tht wll nt slly th hllwd pgs f yr wbst wth th hcky bllsht tht y hv n dbt srrwflly pstd bcs f th fct tht y pd th bms, nd nw hv t s smthng t ft btwn th lnks fr Flshbt.

My pssprt s vld.

My neighbor has one of these in dry-dock in the driveway.
His garage was open the other day and I saw something peeking out from under a pile of boxes.

It was another one.

Hah.

The Bimmer is the very definition of what it is to be PCH. The thing looks like it has sheltered thirty generations of Groupers.
It is rare. Something that Goring would have been scuttling about in if he had somehow evaded capture after the war.
You have to be a fool of the highest order, or someone with more money than time to try a real restoration, at that you would have to hire someone to find the parts for you.
I'm with the Rat Rod camp, supercharged Ford power, matte black with a giant Iron Cross painted on each front door.
FuzzyPlushroom:

You are a lion among men.

I think "ye squirmy rectum" has that certain je ne se quoi, but "squirt my creme" is a true master-stroke.

Points for driving a Mistique, and for finding some fun in a situation otherwise devoid of fun.

My stoner hillbilly hick ex step-uncle had one of those blue firebirds as a permanent piece of yard-art on his "farm". The story, as I heard it, was that he somehow bamboozled an impressionable college girl into moving in with him and becoming his long-suffering wife, and the car was her ride during happier times. I remember sitting in it as a child while waiting for my stepdad to leave that disgusting shithole, staring at the 8-track player, and even as at that tender age, that car seemed to me like the physical manifestation of a dead dream. A perversion of justice. The automotive version of a kitten born with two heads. It was already a moldy heap in the early '80's, and I imagine it is still sitting there today, waiting patiently for a merciful God to create a sinkhole directly beneath it.

Yuck.

So Murilee:

When will the book be coming out?

What about the classic?

Maserati TC by Chrysler, bitches.

Viewing this monster stirs something ancient and atavistic in me. Imagine pulling up to the barn-dance in this creation. You would be the king of all you surveyed. God Bless America indeed.
That is indeed the sweetest pile of fail these eyes have ever seen.

R to tha OFL.

What did you expect?

Mitsu- the developmentally challenged cousin on the Japanese car family tree.

I would at least go take a look at the P'up so I could get a chance to meet the owner. Maybe we could hang out at his apartment together. I would call him "P'up dawg" and he would call me "Skinny Dee". I could start dating his girlfriend's best friend, "Stormy Rae", and my life would be perfect.
This one is right up there with the vid of those nutcases on the frozen lakes doing turbo-laced AWD donuts. Bad craziness of the delicious variety. A bugeye wagon and a slippery surface are almost enough to restore your faith in humanity.
Last time I checked I was not a girl. But you can ask my wife.
I submitted these, and after three days and much thought, it is still a tough choice. The Toyota is hands-down mechanically superior, but it looks like hammererd sh**. When I was a mechanic we saw all Mitsus as sort of the developmentally challenged second cousin on the family tree of Japanese automobiles. This, combined with known fuel system problems, give the Galant the PCH edge by my lights.
Factory Suicide doors and you can tow it on a golf-cart trailer...
Is there really any question here?
That vette is a double-bagger. I wouldn't spend the $3.75 on the gas it would take to reduce it down to a simmering pool of melted resin.
Oh, but he might find it in his heart to relieve you of your "nice Harley" or "late model 4x4 truck" in exchange for "Miss Juarez 1976" there. HAH! What a friggin tool!
I like the part about how he would be willing to take a "nice Harley" or a "late model 4x4 truck" in trade. Ho ho ho. Really? Curse him. That nightmare is the most hideous thing on four wheels this side of Juarez, and all he would get from me would be the $3.75 it would take to buy enough gas to burn that thing down to a puddle of melted resin.

There is something sickening about the combination of his greed and the sheer double-bagger ugliness of that turd.

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