Haha... don't start that again
Anyway..
Only true pussy lovers need apply.
I walk through the valley of the shadow of the library, my reebok resting on the gas... full of footlike anticipation and aching to squish the accelerometer like a slug on Sunday.
My knuckles are white and glisten with the sweat of a thousand retired pensioners shagging in the mid-afternoon heat, my tongue licks my lips as I think about my Grandmothers raging lust for Gramps.
Then.
He rolls up behind me like a big boy called Bobby in an overpopulated prison shower, all gleaming and hard. Chrome was what he liked and the glare was like a thousand suns... well, maybe just one sun reflecting off a thousand bits of polished metal, I know you get the idea.
Slowly he stalks me, I tense up and feel my anus shrink. It's time to race.
I look across, moist with anticipation, I see he sees me as I see him and he checks to see if I am looking at him.
REV... Rev..
REV REV. My midmounted engine rattles my bones... I knew I should have put some oil in this week.
HE responds!!! revdizzle!!! I edge forward from my place at the lights.. he moves too.. I've been parked here for two hours, finally a real rival is here to challenge me.
The lights change! I $$% kick his blingy motherfucking bullshit cefiro in my MR2 of doomdizzle destruction.
The End.
That shit is copyright too.