I won at Rental Car Roulette.

I can already feel my dick getting bigger, and I have a strange compulsion to buy an American flag. Also, holy shit. When I booked a “Mustang or similar” I expected whatever it was to be a V6. Nope. Budget gave me a full-fat muscle car for just $10/day more than a Fiesta.

Brand new, too. It has 3,500 miles on it.

Reports of this car’s biglyness are not exaggerated. Feels like I’m sitting in a bank vault.

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