They can't arbitrarily ban the rumble of the V8, the buzzsaw whine of the straight 6

[Burney]

The good Lord intended cylinders to be 6, 8 or 12 in number. Thus was it given unto Men to do God's work. Amen.

Electric fúcking cars. Electric fúcking cars! No wonder our youg men are emasculated.

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

[Sir C]

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

[Burney]

It's hardly surprising. Chaps simply aren't allowed to be chaps any more.

Of course, these days my dessicated old sac produces nothing more than a puff of dust. But that's another story.

I reckon it's all this porn they have now. They're wánking away their substance if you ask me.

By the way, thank you for forcing me to consider both your wrinkly sac AND the nature of your ejaculate in a single sentence.

[redgunamo]

They've got no jizz anymore, it seems. Sperm counts are tanking amongst western men.

There you are then. Hence the increased importance given to the size of one's engine.

After all, if your cock works properly, who cares about cars. Grrr.

[Burney]

There you are then. Hence the increased importance given to the size of one's engine.

After all, if your cock works properly, who cares about cars. Grrr.

Which begs the question what you drive, young r?

[redgunamo]

Which begs the question what you drive, young r?

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

[Burney]

Simply, something roomy enough for a few of my hounds, some young hockey and football players and their kit, a couple of dozen boxes of ammunition (no idea what it's doing there), cases of strong drink and beer, various animal carcasses (lamb, beef and so on), lots of old, muddy boots and other outdoor clothing, sacks of kibble, some firewood and coal plus the unhappy remains of three armchairs I was supposed to dispose of a few weeks ago, and that doesn't need washing. Ever.

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

[redgunamo]

so to speak, that it has produced many strong, honest sons so the size and weight, or whatever it is, of its torque needs little or no further embellishment with fancy foppery and those silly pop-up wing mirrors and those ridiculous lie-down seats.

Right? And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

[redgunamo]

Right. And what does this tell us about your penïs? That it is practical and roomy, but unwashed and festooned with decaying animal matter?

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

[Burney]

This is all not intended as a criticism, or takedown, as the youngsters have it nowadays. Merely an observation that I am not of that sort, that I've never had an interest in fast cars. A family man from the core.

Nor me. Sir C has long since despaired of pique my interest in them. I think it's because I came to cars fairly late in life, by which time they were a tool rather than a source of enjoyment.