Holy balls of fire! You are the rooster king!!! Oh my dear sweet drooling, poopin’, crying baby Jesus that is one of the most bizarre things I’ve ever seen. I’m more in awe and impressed than I am angry you go out in public like this. Wow! Is that a neck beard or overgrown chest hair…you know what, I don’t even care. Either way I will follow you into the depths of hell.
Ohhh sweet pearly whites of winter, it’s never a good thing when it looks like you can tuck the old boys into your hip pockets. Seriously, cleavage isn’t suppose to start at your bellybutton.
Wait, who’s taking a vote on this? Pretty sure for most of us that decision was already made for us and I for one appreciate not having to chose between a sharp object near my junk and having an anteater.
This car is bad ass. Not much more to say.