Zip ties on rear passenger door means a your car has been marked and your children and/or smaller women have been targeted for abduction and sex trafficking. The guy who marks it won't be the abductor. (Learned last night at a meeting - and that Windsor, Ontario has a lot of missing women.)

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[–][deleted] 2 insightful - 2 fun2 insightful - 1 fun3 insightful - 2 fun -  (3 children)

Did you know, you can actually die from electrocution when touching metal things?

Like car-door handles, e.g. ?

[–]JasonCarswell[S] 1 insightful - 2 fun1 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 2 fun -  (2 children)

So reduce your risk and stop rubbing your penis on car-door handles. It's just weird.

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You're one of those guys that actually would do this and possibly even be lucky enough to survive it.

Even though I got two "extra" batteries for electrical appliances hooked up with 48V DC. With a supercap short-feedback-loop, fyi.

Sometimes my bluetooth keys fail, but i can take a hit like this. If you believe so or not. The hardest part is "educating" the kids that look at my car with their gloomy eyes. At my 12ton wrench, e.g. . You wouldn't believe half the stories, neighbouring kids already tried with my car.

It actually is fool-proof, i assume.

Not this 12V bullshit, the car-engineers that show their "heart" mostly in the second of my lectures get hammered into their brains by their employers.

It even is a digital bus at the same time and if I had the time, i possibly could measure the bpm of your heart, when it fails. If you'd ever get touchy.

Like the second "gang" trying to steal my Lada.

A man's car.

It is a car for simple men. A car that grows into your heart. It never failed me.

With his measly 82 hp. Its gearboxes still have my eyes totally eclipsing.

Anf fyi: The missus drives a Volvo S40. Which I drive most of the time. A lot of these "you shoulda brake now" gimmicks in it.

It is my blue "whore", so to say.

Five-cylinder diesel. 240 HP.

One of the reasons, i "reasonably" accepted this heart of hers. She had to give.

My other "baby" so to say.

[–]JasonCarswell[S] 1 insightful - 2 fun1 insightful - 1 fun2 insightful - 2 fun -  (0 children)

You're one of those guys that actually pretends to portend what I would do.

Your incomprehensible electro auto poetry sucks.