The Dark Side
#152
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Location: Zuffenhausen, Georgia
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#153
Race Director
#154
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^^^Hahahahaha... that's funny!
#155
Rat Balls
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Join Date: Dec 2011
Location: Scottsdale AZ, USA
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Let's see if we can fix this...
"There was once a time when orthodontists and liposuctionists and other people living on the outskirts of wealth bought Porsches AND Rolexes to underscore the fact that they make enough money to lease a 911 AND have enough left over for conspicuous displays of wealth and unbridled consumerism like strapping a watch on that cost more than your first two cars combined.
It was a simpler time, a time of thick, musky chest hair and wild 70's porno-looking pubes. A time when we knew just how many drinks it would take for a dental assistant to let us piitb without making her blow chunks on the acid-washed Calvins and white linen shirt. The heady days of gently pressing your Micro-tac against your lush man perm. Murses filled with cocaine and the most suave damn mustaches you've ever seen since Village People quit touring.
Such a shame that you now actually have to converse with people to guess their net worth instead of just checking the garage and the left wrist..."
"There was once a time when orthodontists and liposuctionists and other people living on the outskirts of wealth bought Porsches AND Rolexes to underscore the fact that they make enough money to lease a 911 AND have enough left over for conspicuous displays of wealth and unbridled consumerism like strapping a watch on that cost more than your first two cars combined.
It was a simpler time, a time of thick, musky chest hair and wild 70's porno-looking pubes. A time when we knew just how many drinks it would take for a dental assistant to let us piitb without making her blow chunks on the acid-washed Calvins and white linen shirt. The heady days of gently pressing your Micro-tac against your lush man perm. Murses filled with cocaine and the most suave damn mustaches you've ever seen since Village People quit touring.
Such a shame that you now actually have to converse with people to guess their net worth instead of just checking the garage and the left wrist..."
I mean...you were talking about ME, right??? Cause it really feels like you are talking about ME...