Suckers Hate My 68
Thursday, September 30th, 2004Well, they did, once. Nobody hates my 68 Mustang anymore, mainly because I sold it. And I want one again. BAD. I look at Ebay and the local Iwanta all the time. When I see one that I can talk myself into, I’m gonna jump on it. All over it. Like a fly on poo. Like white on rice. Like a fat kid on cake. Like Liz Taylor on Richard Burton. Like Rush on diet pills. Like Bush on anything good for the middle class. LIKE M*****F****ING IKE ON TINA, BABY.
Then I will be a happy boy again.
It will look very similar to this:
