There is NOTHING on this planet that feels better than mashing the GO pedal on a fast car.

If your car breaks it can be fixed with tools, blood and sweat. Not with feelings, fake sincerity and a load of bullshit. Further more these tools and exertion are real. I can't start the fucking car if it tells me "nothings wrong" or fix a fictitious problem with tools that don't exist.

When was the last time you got to test drive a woman when you were already with one?

I can look at all bad ass cars I want without my car throwing a hissy fit. See those nice 34C's across the room at Olive Garden? That's right, you didn't see them. You're too busy quaking in fear of your girlfriend noticing your eyeballs looking at something other than your dinner. However, you do know there are 582 noodles in your pasta bowl.

Her: I'm going out with the girls.
Him: OK (mental: YES! PORN AND CARS ALL NIGHT!)

Him: I'm going out with the guys to the track
Her: blah blah blah drivel drivel bullshit whine piss moan

I can drive the fuck out of my car and fix it when it breaks. Her? Sleep with one eye open.

Seriously. The stupid shit we do to get laid. Ugh.

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BPU'd skittle