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Tuesday, August 27, 2002

I wholeheartedly believe that the talented Mr. Adam Sandler had been driving my car when he wrote this

"Ode To My Car"

Here we go

Piece of sh*t car
I got a piece of sh*t car
That f*ckin' pile of sh*t
Never gets me very far

My car's a big piece of sh*t
'Cause the shocks are f*cking shot
And my seatbelt's f*cking broken
I got to tie it in a knot
(It's a piece of sh*t)

I can't see through the windshield
'Cause it's got a big f*cking' crack
And the interior smells real bad
'Cause my friend puked in the back
(It's a piece of sh*t)

(Piece of sh*t car)
Piece of sh*t car
(He's got a piece of sh*t car)
It sucks royal dick
(That f*ckin' pile of shit)
100% crap
(Never gets him very far)
Oh f*ck you car

It's got no CD player, it only got the 8-track
Whoever designed my car can lick my sweaty nut sack
(They can bite his ass too)
And I got no f*ckin' brakes
I'm always way out of control
Eleven times a day I hear "Hey, watch it asshole"
(You fuckin' piece of sh*t)

(Piece of sh*t car)
I got piece of sh*t car
(He got a piece of sh*t car)
Diesel gas sucks my ass
(That fuckin' pile of sh*t)
That pile of metal sh*t
(Never gets him very far)

Oh what the f*ck did I do
What the f*ck did I do
What the f*ck did I do
To get stuck with you
You're too wide for drive-thru
And you smell like the shoe
But I'm too broke to buy something new
Oh f*ck me

Well the engine likes to flood
The car always f*ckin' stalls
And the seat cushion's got a big rip
So a spring always pokes the balls
(Ouch, ouch, ouch)
Plus the door locks are busted
I gotta use a f*cking coat hanger
(What a pain in his ass)
And if a girlie sees my car
There's no chance I'll ever bang her
(He never ever gets da p*ssy)
Hey shut up
(Piece of sh*t car)
You piece of sh*t car

(You got a piece of sh*t car)
You piece of sh*t car
(Piece of sh*t car)
Bald f*ckin' tires
(You got a piece of sh*t car)
No rearview f*cking mirror
(Piece of sh*t car)
Seven different colors
(You got a piece of sh*t car)
F*cking rag for a gas cap
(Piece of sh*t car)
Tailpipe makes the sparks fly everywhere
(You got a piece of sh*t car)
(Piece of sh*t car)
(You got a piece of sh*t car)
(Piece of sh*t car)
Oh the whole town thinks I'm a loser
(You got a piece of sh*t car)
Cabby give me a push
(Piece of sh*t car...)

YES, once again the piece of shit is in the shop!!!!!!! GRRRR!!!!!

♥Oh, so vintage... 9:39 PM


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