Dream Cars and Ripped Pants

So, on my way home, there’s been this 60’s Shelby Cobra(my dream car) sitting out for sale at a small lot.
I stop in to gawk at it..
Sales guy let’s me sit in it(yaay!)

Enroute down to the drivers seat, I catch my nice new work pants on
the door hinge, which sticks out menacingly…and riiiiip!

Roughly a 8″ tear on my left side, exposing skivvies & all..

Luckily, I chose not to wear my TinkieWinkie underwear …
and that I was on my way home.



truthfully, it’s not my total dream car: this one has a 327.

Mine would have a 427.

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