What's Wrong With This Picture - the Answer
This is what's wrong...
It's not all fun and games, like you're a teenager driving an Opel and happen upon some girls frolicking in their front yard, seemingly begging for some attention. It's a Mustang, you fuckheads. You don't earn wheel time by pissing off the owner.
On the bright side:
- I now have garage space, so I am not the mad sexy target.
- My car got it's second paste wax in a week.
- I got to indulge my inner Picasso where the eggs compromised the paint. Yes, I got chipped by eggs. Me = Owned by Foghorn Leghorn.