no big deal put the past on tell me about the old days were there any violence at all why not spend the money on a new pair of rims and then we will be off and running why on earth do you want these shiny shiny rims on this rust bucket smoke blowing death trap anything else worth replacing think they really make that much difference a little bit of reverse priority but if that is all you can afford than bling bling is the only way to go you only live once blowing a jericho trumpet dear i just have had nothing else but the contis on the peugeot ever since i have had it there is a feel there is a certainty with the feeling and then we really take off i dont believe you do you believe yourself do not believe your own lies well i can believe myself when i am not lying in the middle of the forehead taking off down the middle of the road why do you bother well these things they seem important at the time of decision making but nothing is ever going to satisfy that gaping hole i call my soul tires are important they are the only contact point i ever want to have with the road an economical question the best i can afford cannot afford not to have the best they way you drive i can believe it so you do believe me i can believe you the scratch is nothing compared to the rubber squealing and the burning through the chamber moving through in motion still got to stop that rust you know good luck there is no such thing as a safe rust bucket scratch yourself and get a tetanus shot on the way to the corner store to default and return to sender avoid all consequences no longer my responsibility
