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Damn her pneumatic hide!Women love cars as much as men, but our representation at car shows is limited to spray-tan skanks who don't know a shock from a strut.Feh!
Nice knockers...Zank you docturrrr
Thing is, knowing the auto show is (sort of) in town, and knowing how much I love cars yet despise going to auto shows, is that I detest the crowds, the oohs and aahs, the shiny, latex-riddled models who, as Trouble so valiantly stated, don't know a shock from a strut (or, more accurately, that cars actually integrate both of these into their mechanicals). As much as I love seeing the McLaren F1 up close (and not trackside behind velvet ropes, but only 75 blocks from my very residence), it's having to negotiate the hordes of shitkickers and morons (not to mention the large-breasted airheads -- see pic) and the hordes of shitkickers and morons who actually spend more time staring at the cleavage then the cars.What really irritates me, of course, is climbing into a potential purchase only to encounter five thousand fingerprints all over everything, seeing half the knobs, dials and/or buttons defaced, destroyed or missing, and then having the horde (see above) pawing to displace me from the driver's seat.What I ought to do is get a press pass and stroll the auto show displays prior to it opening to the public. That would be awesome.Then again, if the large-breasted airheads were permitted to escort me from car to car, that wouldn't be so bad. In fact, I'd even be willing to show them the difference between a shock and a strut... ;-)
Oh, and Kaia..."Would you care for a roll in ze hay?" :-D
I hope she doesn't jog.
I hope she doesn't try ;-)-B-
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