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Originally Posted by blackmonsters
OK; but why not admit that people with gas cars drove around to pick up their friends to
bring them over and cooked on a charcoal grill.
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Liberace himself tongue-punching your fartbox in a sequined thong on a bed woven from the pubes of rainbow unicorns, while "It’s Raining Men" blares from a disco ball powered by Freddie Mercury’s ghost while you're high above a pride parade in a throbbing, veiny, chrome-plated cock-blimp with RuPaul as your co-pilot, even that circus of glitter and prostate stimulation is but a mere hint of gay compared to the soul-sundering, completely dickless experience of driving an EV.