Tales From The Basement
The car! You gotta get the car! As much as you don't fit in to society, you still have urges, and even you think that having a real life girl would be better than wackin' it every once in awhile You figure you might get a girlfriend if you get a car. After all chicks like cars right?
Not so fast there, asbestos boy. You gotta buy it first and a few other people seem to have the same "great idea" you have.
Eventually the bidding war is won by you, for an even $5000. There goes all the money you have in the world.
You're probably going to have to sell your prized Harlequin Baby Art Collection to make that money back, but who can put a price on the endless supply of pussy you'll be getting from this cool car?
Eventually the car arrives outside your house along with keys and an instruction booklet on your doorstep saying "READ ME FIRST!" on the front cover.
Guess they really want you to read the instructions first.
Not so fast there, asbestos boy. You gotta buy it first and a few other people seem to have the same "great idea" you have.
Eventually the bidding war is won by you, for an even $5000. There goes all the money you have in the world.
You're probably going to have to sell your prized Harlequin Baby Art Collection to make that money back, but who can put a price on the endless supply of pussy you'll be getting from this cool car?
Eventually the car arrives outside your house along with keys and an instruction booklet on your doorstep saying "READ ME FIRST!" on the front cover.
Guess they really want you to read the instructions first.