Heard tonight at my friends house: "Stop getting excited and just go down!" Damn I need to get that full time job so I can get that full time car. I really like the Tacoma because I've discovered that Ford Rangers, I love American still so don't worry, are a pile of crappy crap. Its' little 4 banger has 143 horsepower which is just as powerful as it's larger V6 that has 148 and that makes me sad in the pants. So the truck I want has at least 240 horsepower and a 6-speed which'll make doing brodies (peeling out for those unlearned in roadster speech) and hauling ass even funner. I might hear "But what about your other cars?" because of this, and to that I say I need a reliable, secure car that doesn't need more attention than the most annoying girlfriend in the world. I'll have the muscle car and my truck just like I've always wanted since I was 3 years old. Speaking of, I hate stuck up girls. They make me want to slap their tits, do them in the butt, and tell them to shut up and make me a sammitch in the nude. Damn that sounds good. My third nipple is actually getting bigger now. It went from the size of a penny to roughly the size of a nickle in the past day. I wouldn't be so worried if it hadn't started turning slightly blue. It's weird. I wonder if I should have the doctor check it out and suck on it.