If there's one thing I love more than life itself, its my car, and women. I would pick my car over allot of things, but when it comes to women... I may have to think a bit harder.
You see, man and machine share an amazing bond. The man cares for the machine, he changes her oil, and waxes her exterior. The machine returns the favor by remaining faithful-running like it should. The only part that is missing in all of this is sex. Please let it be noted that if I could have sex with my car I would. I'd prefer not to have burns on my junk by shoving it in the exhaust.
Guys have a wired programing inside of them- spreading of the seed. I am obligated by this wired programing to include women in this post. Believe me, Elliot is hating this right now... I can tell. I fulfill by obligation to mother nature to spread my seed when the opportunity arises. When the "job" (refer to previous post) is done I return to my true love... Elliot.
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