| Like an *irreplacable* planing hull
It is the most. But to recognize that, you need to rub your fingers along that air scoop across the top of the door. That's the year I graduated from HS, and the year I felt most deserving of one. So, I'm in Amsterdam when some Greek dude approaches me and Elly, he's rattling the keys in my face and asks me how much cash I think it's worth. I doubt it had cooled off much since he tested it on the Autobahn.
Lord if I should die, before I wake, please bury me in a red (or yellow) Ferrari.
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