Fart cans
Dear neighbor,
If you persist in taking ten minutes and twenty-six engine revs to navigate your driveway in your crappy '95 Civic with even crappier aftermarket fart can exhaust whose vibration makes my eyeballs rattle in their sockets, I shall simply have to stop up the exhaust pipe with an overripe bunch of plantains. A plantain, by the way, bears no resemblance whatsoever to your pinky finger-sized little cheesedick.
Sincerely,
Everyone Else in America
If you persist in taking ten minutes and twenty-six engine revs to navigate your driveway in your crappy '95 Civic with even crappier aftermarket fart can exhaust whose vibration makes my eyeballs rattle in their sockets, I shall simply have to stop up the exhaust pipe with an overripe bunch of plantains. A plantain, by the way, bears no resemblance whatsoever to your pinky finger-sized little cheesedick.
Sincerely,
Everyone Else in America