I hate your life and your car.
Your just mad that I have 1000.00 that you don't have. You jealous whore.
Hacked up pile of shit? Lets take a look at your abortion of an attempt to build a car out of ebay parts and tell everyone how good JP's cum tastes. I was there and I heard that. "Its gonna be so fast because leigh is building it and jp is tunning it".
You base your dreams off of what someone else did 1 time. "Well this one time Leigh beat a car just like yours".
Anthony and I have the same tranny only because the same person built them. I never asked for the same thing. You were there but you were too busy dick swinging and buying t-shirts to listen to the conversation. Or you were just so far out of your league that you were mind fucked and walking around like a confused baby man.
I must continually bring it up due to all the shit u have talked about your Shitbox and the Half ass achievments of others. I want you to know that every day, you are 1 more day closer ro your gapping. And its gonna hurt so bad. I want you to walk around with that fear. I want you to grow more scared as each day passes. I want to see that frightened child look in your eyes as you become more and more distracted by your impending destruction. I want to see you living with that. I just hope and pray that you don't kill yourself out of desparation before this day.
I will buy you a Mark Carlyle shirt for u with the money I take from you that night. Then I'm going to spend the rest on random gas station stops and I will probably go do something that I don't really want to do, just so I can have the joy of wasting your money on something that I absolutely hate.