It's like crack, I tell you.
It's okay, just this last time.... just more more... please, you know I'm good for it....

I have a car that is physically sex. It isn't sexy. No, it's the revving, turbo-boosted, sleek, metal epitome of Sex itself.
I'm pretty sure when the 4 Hourseman of the Apocalypse ride out, at least Death will have invested in the sheer luxuriousness of something resembling my current vehicle.

Would blog more but need to work.

Edit: Saw LOTR: TROTK (figured that while I was acronyming I might as well go the whole way). Beautiful, clean. Perfect end, albeit a long one.