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  6. I'm 53, the last place I want to be is at a frat party. In 2001 while stationed in Charleston SC I saw a skinny nerd looking guy, late 40s early 50s, goofy pedoglasses, the ring of hair around the back of his shiny head, clinging to the last vestiges of his youth. He was trying super hard to get girls to dance with him and give him attention. Don't be that guy. He would do better with a Ferrari, shaving his head completely, getting laser correction, and hitting the gym after getting a doc to hook him up with some TRT juice. The funny thing is I usually do well at car shows and such, because I have cool old cars they like. The car I am building right now is sure to be a thong magnet and the VA doc says I can't keep my repellent hanging over my belt anymore. 1968 LeMans, satin black, roll cage, good to 8.50, between 900 and 1100hp when I get the 6-71 supercharger on its 505ci Pontiac. The thing looks like pure evil incarnate. The ratty 1979 Formula Firebird I brought back from Germany in 1991 that had 550ish hp, it got me lots of tail, it might come out this year for a bit too. Just need to put the cage in it so it can have seatbelts, and a couple small things. I swapped a 550ish hp engine back in it so its fun to drive again, 700+ wasn't enjoyable for much. Gave the first ex a ride around the block in it when it was only running bottom 12s, she never got near it again. Chicks dig cars like that, I like driving and racing cars like that, which is why I have had the belly for repellent. Two ex wives is enough to make you decide to keep them away.
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