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Edward Smith, who lives with his current "girlfriend" a white Volkswagen Beetle named Vanilla, insisted that he was not "sick" and had no desire to change his ways.

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As long as he does it with his own cars and mops up after he is done, what is the problem.

I am just wondering, where does he put it in, in the exhaust pipe?

You know, when this guy watches a commercial or sees a magazine adverstisement where a hot woman is laid out on a car he is probably thinking he wants to bang the car. how funny is that!

Are car magazines like Playboy to this guy? What about car races?

"I am just wondering, where does he put it in, in the exhaust pipe?"

If he left it running in his garage while he was at it, would that be a new definition of auto erotic asphyxiation?

salamandagator

FF!

I'm grappling for a more meaningful question - about lubricants. herm

Autoerotica?

Mr. Smith Cums to Detroit.

His favorite date was the Probe.

Though he likes a good Ram now and then.

Lotwsa phunny plags here..especially to Sagmain-although-I'd be more inclined to say....


Mr Smith cums ON Detroit.......

1000 cars huh?

Sounds like an addiction.



Maybe he should join Tim Taylor at the Henry Ford Clinic.

He only gave oral to the tailpipe since the cigarette lighter was a fit for his tally wacker. Talk about a burning sensation...

Yes, and he could get on top of the engine and give (or is it receive?) head, cylinder head, that is.

Didn't they ask him what he does? Weird not to.

Frottage would be my guess.

He only gave oral to the tailpipe since the cigarette lighter was a fit for his tally wacker. Talk about a burning sensation...

Posted by OohRah


OUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm in Love with My Car

The machine of a dream
Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin'
And the hub caps all gleam

When I'm holdin' your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hand's on your grease gun
Oh it's like a disease son

I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal

Told my girl I'll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayin'
This is the end now
Cars don't talk back
They're just four wheeled friends now

When I'm holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I'm cruisin' in overdrive
Don't have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive

I'm in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
I'm in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove

Queen

www.youtube.com

automolove

Great new word

Man, what a band they were with Mercury.

About a month ago PBS broadcast a concert they did at their zenith in Montreal. Wow, is all I can say.

I was lucky enough to see Queen when they toured "Night At The Opera" (Bohemian Rhapsody, We Are The Champions). It was in a 4000 seat theater with great acoustics. Not a bad seat in the house. In fact, it used to be an opera house. How appropriate for this particular tour.

This cretin is a no brainer for the Darwin Award. With his "object of affection we don't need to consider offspring. At least we can hope.

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