They seem to go hand in hand, just like peanut butter and bacon, or my balls and Mr. blunt's willing mouth, right? What is it about the E30 that whenever you pull into a gas station, mealy-mouthed Honda boys slaver like Farbin Kaiber does when he smells fresh nuggets? So here's hoping you guys have some stories of the miscreants who are from the shallow end of the gene pool on your hard drive!
Your buddy,
Optimator!
Your buddy,
Optimator!
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