I was listening to the skatilites on Pandora and going about my rat killing watching a ball python kill a rat, when the music stopped for an ad.
We put a turbo in the Nissan Juke so you can be as promiscuous with the ladies as you are with your music!
I have a number of problems with this.
I've never met a girl that was impressed out of her pants by car, let alone a Japanese economy suv thing.
I don't appreciate that google tracks my every move on line, knows that I'm a young male, knows I like stupid looking cars, and knows that I have casual sex with my Pandora stations.
And lastly, putting a turbo in a car that looks like a retarded manatee trapped inside a Sketchers Shape-Up is not going to allow me to have "sexual relations with a number of partners on a casual basis."
Unless I can find a girl that's really turned on by sea-life and bad tennis shoes.
I did ride my bike yesterday, and I was going to come on here today and talk about how great it is to be a mountain biker in Western PA.
Then I ran into a branch that forced it's way up my nasal passage and made contact with my brain, killing the area that allows me to love Pennsylvania.
So here's my ride. There was a decayed couch. Yellow and orange shot gun shells. Slag heaps. An empty case of Keystone Lite. And some muddy ATV trails.