Took a fat dump on a SRT10
Dan
oh and yo my nine two civic hatch with H22 and 34lbs of boost could take a FATTTTT **** on any car here.

EDIT: If you see a BALT SUPA SPORT with this mean *** gangsta drivin, know your gona be raped by 600whp. This be my boy.

drive, drag, tow, cart, carry, push, your car to Ohio. Out here we don't worry about what COULD have happened when it comes to racing. Kid I am 61 years old. During my lifetime I've been involved with lots of things. I can remember beating your dad's *** and screwing your mother before you were born. I am not impressed......................... or scared.
An old man and his dogs!
p.s you can clean up my dogs **** anytime you like. sounds like you're obsessed with it. "shitting on peoples cars"
drive, drag, tow, cart, carry, push, your car to Ohio. Out here we don't worry about what COULD have happened when it comes to racing. Kid I am 61 years old. During my lifetime I've been involved with lots of things. I can remember beating your dad's *** and screwing your mother before you were born. I am not impressed......................... or scared.
An old man and his dogs!
p.s you can clean up my dogs **** anytime you like. sounds like you're obsessed with it. "shitting on peoples cars"
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PLEASE write next time . Not write like you talk
BOY
drive, drag, tow, cart, carry, push, your car to Ohio. Out here we don't worry about what COULD have happened when it comes to racing. Kid I am 61 years old. During my lifetime I've been involved with lots of things. I can remember beating your dad's *** and screwing your mother before you were born. I am not impressed......................... or scared.
An old man and his dogs!
p.s you can clean up my dogs **** anytime you like. sounds like you're obsessed with it. "shitting on peoples cars"
Greetings. I accompanied a compatriot within his Chevrolet Cobalt SS, and what should appear before us but an SRT10. My friend enthusiastically pushed his foot upon the accelerator to indicate that we wished to race. The Viper complied, and we proceeded to accelerate from a speed of approximately twenty to thirty miles per hour. The Viper, clearly now bored with us, turned towards a direction that he was obviously planning to go towards to begin with. However, I declared this a victory in our favor. My compatriots modifications are a GM Stage (error) Kit and a 3 inch "***** compensating" exhaust. He has approximately 600 horsepower. I felt the race was quite riveting and wanted to pass on my story to others.


. Deliver two cars or make someone laugh or cry
