...and to think this man was actually out on the very streets you and I drive in
his '87 Turbo Louts Esprit!!! Boy, that's scary!
WFO Herb
Ronsoave@aol.com wrote:
> Ok, Ok.
>
> As a precocious youth, it all started when I graduated med school six months
> before I was born. Fortunately, I majored in obstetrics, so I was the first
> person on record to deliver myself. But in a comparatively philosophical
> moment, I decided to abandon the pursuit of medicine and instead open a
> Tao-ist temple of NOS parts for former existentialist sportscar drivers.
> Being mildly dyslexic, I saw Dog one day after dropping LDS with the devotees
> and decided instead to follow a Credit lady named SUSIE. When I finally
> found her, a Woodrat had already left a deposit in her bank and a carpenter
> from Jersey had nailed her. Nowhere left to turn, I hotwired a Bugeye in
> Reno, but the car had already been Crashed as I found out a few miles down
> the road when a suspension bolt fell off...
>
> Beats the real story...
> Ron
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