I thought this was pretty funny.
The Mustang is my shepherd
I shall not want.
It maketh me burnout on black pavements;
It leadeth me down busy freeways;
It restoreth my soul;
It leads me in the path of quickness for its names sake.
Yea I walk through the valley of rice, I shall fear no turbo,
For Torque art with me;
Thy rod and thy piston they comfort me.
Thou preparest a Track for me
in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou hast anointed my bearings with oil;
My Steed overpowers.
Surely traction and victory shall follow me,
All the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in the house of the Stang, Forever.
Amen
_________________ Dave
by , on Flickr Some people are like Slinkys. They have no purpose, but they sure bring a smile to your face when you push them down the stairs.
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