I would have never have guessed this one.
I’m a Chevrolet Corvette!
You’re a classic – powerful, athletic, and competitive. You’re all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.
Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.
Does this mean that I need to grow a pony tail, wear gold chains, and admit that my pecker is the size of a gnat’s?
Since most of you don’t take the time to read comments I wanted to bring this up to the top of the page. It comes from my frat brother and compadre’ Todd.
On a more somber note: I spent the day in Oklahoma City participating in the Memorial Service for the 168 people who died 11 years ago today in the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. While I didn’t personally know anyone who died in the blast, I work with several people who lost loved ones and friends. If anyone reading this finds themselves in Oklahoma City, take time to visit the National Memorial.It is something I will not forget.
Amen, brother.
Well maybe Church is the Nats’ savior after all. It seems that his ‘inspired’ play is at the core of the current three game winning streak.
Freak, I’m obsessed with golf because it beats being addicted to 1980s video games and porn.
And for the last bit of comment today, every gay boy’s dream date and his cover bride gave birth yesterday. I don’t wonder if he made good to chow down on the afterbirth because he’ too big of a freak to have not, but I do wonder how he cooked it. Did he fry it up like scrapple, mix it into a stew, or just man up and choke it down like raw oysters?
That’s as good a mental image an any to leave you with today.
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