I'd like everyone to bow their heads in a moment of silence. After 11 months of faithful service by my 1987 325e in smargruden metallic. I have come to terms that she's terminal.
The story goes like this..
I was examining the $300 318 in the garage, and thinking to myself "Damn this is going to be baller shit, I need some fucking dirty ass pokin stretchin slammedness on this maw yo, only once I get this fucking cock sucker of a subframe out".
You see, one side of the subframe is out, but not the other side, and 5/8th hex lag screws are not common, I could get one from work but well, i'm a lazy fuck.
My faithful dog was kickin around outside with me probably thinking the same thing I was, dreaming about checkin out some sexy poodle ass while riding bitch seat, she actually cowered in fear when I turned the key on my fancy new coil on plug conversion with my straight pipe after the cat. Naturally my faithful friend scurried under the only safe haven around, no not the 1984 RX-7 GSL-SE or my neighbours AMG, but my beast of a beater vehicle. In order to get her out I had to woo her with my sexy voice and a nice pet on the head.
At this time I crawl on my hands and knees, and reach under my 4" of ground clearance and maybe it was my 6th, or maybe even my 7th sense, but I sensed something wasn't right. My trusty companion comes out, gives me a big maw fuckin kiss (that I wish was from something not covered in hair, that walks on 4 legs and cleans her ass with her own tounge much like most of the other women in my life). Then I see it... the worst mother fucker in the world, the satan of the car world herself, rust. I have a nice 1/2 fist sized hole in my driver side jackpoint, I can feel the carpet. from the outside.
I died a little inside.. I might try and fix it so it lasts me the winter then part it out.
Coles notes: My car is rotting.
The story goes like this..
I was examining the $300 318 in the garage, and thinking to myself "Damn this is going to be baller shit, I need some fucking dirty ass pokin stretchin slammedness on this maw yo, only once I get this fucking cock sucker of a subframe out".
You see, one side of the subframe is out, but not the other side, and 5/8th hex lag screws are not common, I could get one from work but well, i'm a lazy fuck.
My faithful dog was kickin around outside with me probably thinking the same thing I was, dreaming about checkin out some sexy poodle ass while riding bitch seat, she actually cowered in fear when I turned the key on my fancy new coil on plug conversion with my straight pipe after the cat. Naturally my faithful friend scurried under the only safe haven around, no not the 1984 RX-7 GSL-SE or my neighbours AMG, but my beast of a beater vehicle. In order to get her out I had to woo her with my sexy voice and a nice pet on the head.
At this time I crawl on my hands and knees, and reach under my 4" of ground clearance and maybe it was my 6th, or maybe even my 7th sense, but I sensed something wasn't right. My trusty companion comes out, gives me a big maw fuckin kiss (that I wish was from something not covered in hair, that walks on 4 legs and cleans her ass with her own tounge much like most of the other women in my life). Then I see it... the worst mother fucker in the world, the satan of the car world herself, rust. I have a nice 1/2 fist sized hole in my driver side jackpoint, I can feel the carpet. from the outside.
I died a little inside.. I might try and fix it so it lasts me the winter then part it out.
Coles notes: My car is rotting.
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