| 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
 
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 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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