This guy doesn't like chicks. He doesn't like dudes. He likes cars. In the sexual sense. Meaning, he likes to fuck cars. Don't ask me how it's done, I don't want to know. Today is not a good day for my poor brain. The mental images are going to send me to the loony bin.
"I'm a romantic. I write poetry about cars, I sing to them and talk to them just like a girlfriend. I know what's in my heart and I have no desire to change. I'm not sick and I don't want to hurt anyone, cars are just my preference."
I guess he's not hurting anybody? Can a car say "no?"
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"I'm a romantic. I write poetry about cars, I sing to them and talk to them just like a girlfriend. I know what's in my heart and I have no desire to change. I'm not sick and I don't want to hurt anyone, cars are just my preference."
I guess he's not hurting anybody? Can a car say "no?"
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