Ok so a couple of years ago i had this friend/ work colleague who was really into his cars...and into body building. The body building has no relevance to this story. Anyway he like to look good. He WASNT good looking though! Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder. Yes i am shallow. Would you go up to a fat person and tell them you noticed them from across the room. (You probably did, but it was probably to see if he/she was ordering his/her 5th plate of chips/fries).
Back to cars. So this friend liked cars. And he like a particular car..in particular.
Ferraris. Why wouldnt you love a ferrari?
Thats when 2 mins into the conversation i realised he didnt just mean "love" cars. He meant it literally.
At this point i could insert a picture of a man loving a car..but i wont.But i wouldnt want to expose your innocent eyes to that sort of thing. Know this though, such a picture does exist where a guy is just sitting there casually. Trousers down to his ankles. Exhaust pipe violated. (This has just reminded me of the woman who has Eiffel tower fetish and made love to it. This making love of thing obsession is actually called something).
Anyway to finish of the story the lad happily implied that he would take it out and start bastermating (pfft.im at work!) if he ever saw a red ferrari.
I think i will end this communicado right here!!!
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