Last week I was road tripping with a buddy of mine to pick up a couple 1960s Volkswagen Karmann Ghias that we're going to restore and sell. We had trouble getting them loaded--all the axes were rusted stuck in deep grass, so we were driving home late. We hit a deer, but the workhorse Ford F350 just rolled over it and kept on going. We felt it go under the rear tires of the truck and then the tires of the trailer, so we figured we better stop and check it out.
We're going around the exit cloverleaf when the whole truck goes dead. No lights, no power steering. We manage to coast to a stop and get flares and shit set up as well as possible. It turned out to be an electrical break from corrosion. My pal pulled off a serious MacGuyver moment with a vice grip and electrical tape, freaking out the whole time because we didn't bring enough tools.
So what the hell does this have to do with anything? We spent the ENTIRE rest of the trip talking about dem big titties. Big titties we have known, big titties we have seen, big titties we have wished for.
Dem big titties.
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06-01-2014, 12:19 AM
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