Whatever, Wanna-be-Mustang. Don't you have some rims to polish, chrome bling-bling boy.
I may occassionally joke about crashing my car, but at least I don't actually go out and do it like someone I know, present company inclusive, with a wrecked contour sitting in his-or-her "the grass is so tall we've lost count of all the cars we have sitting in our" yard.
Cheerfully awaiting your "Arkansas's standards were too high so I live in Orlando" reply,
Tim
