Oops, Oops, piece of shit. I am going to do a bee inspection, oh not again, well, well this is back to shocking huh? How does this shock you? Oops, there is a lot of bees in there. And there is lot more bees than I expected. The insurgents have well defended the steel supply, holy crap, are they everywhere, aren't they? Good thing it's a cold day. Well that ain't Apple flavor, that stale sticky gas in the year 2000 from my shitty Toyota Cressida. Just in case we get problems. I decided to use a chemical warfare this time against the defending stronghold of the fuel cache here we go. Ha, ha, ha, ha, you can still fly, wow, that works a lot quicker than Raid, holy crap, I just found a new use for stale gas. I hope you could imagine what Smell-O-Vision is like and appreciate this like I am. This fucking sucks. [Vomits]
Let's get to work and get this pig out of here. And that's where just in case the gas didn't work so effectively and efficiently. Well so far so good, except that asshole Scott who owns that shitty GMC sent me to a truck bus at my window with a beer bottle. I don't want to get glass in my ass. Well the problem with this one, you can see right now there is a wet spot on the gas tank, as soon as you put the gas in, all runs back of it. I am going to do the same shit as I did on the Toyota, rip the tank out, man inside and drive a loaded bomb as usual. I hope you don't let go. Snip, at least I know there is no gas in here. Well, a few more snip-snips and I will make a red neck gas tank in the shitty Voyager that Mac the Van smasher hit my favorite tree. Well, thanks a lot, that job is done. Well, now there is the fuel pump I have got to mount into another tank. Well, what a trophy.
Every time I turn my back, there is more bees, everywhere I turn here is more willing to die, I love you spider. Topple up guys, wow Jesus, an undefended door, that's unusual, is it a Booby trap? Well, this is time to get rid of yoobies(ph) I have got to climb in the back and make some fuel lines. Now I guess as long as I keep using conventional warfare, every door I open, every seatbelt I put on, every time I open my gas cap, I would rather think about defending what I want the most. Well fuel lines have been re rigged inside the vehicle. There it looks like I am ready to die a fiery death. Let's see if this piece of shit starts, it was last running in November last year, 2006. Here we go, I don't want no glass in my ass, 105,000 kilometers, that's a 120,000 miles, maybe a summer chick in, but definitely not a spring chick in. Throttle's moving, and don't have much brake pressure so don't know how it's going to - don't know if I will be able to stop it. And don't know if I will be able to go. I got no air but I am not going to fix that until I see if it runs.
I heard the fuel pump, there is a radio, there are more simpler another than securing a beer, securing a good station, aint heard that shit before. Here we go, oh first try, hey man, thank you Windsor boys, you know how to build a good van. What a piece of shit and it ran. Not even any smoke, no air conditioning, well that sucks, lots of bodies, not bad. Now, I am going to fix that fucking thing and we will be ready to roll. This is too good to be true. Oh well, amazing. One other touch of class, we will go aluminum. Two hours later, since I started this video, I guess, we are good to be moldering now, look growth and the glass, a few if you did these, listen, kind of, shitty tunes. And, of course, the gas keys don't work no more because we got a plastic gas can. Sounds like I got a seized up wheel, no brake fluid, who needs brakes at where he is from.
I will head for the nearest tree. Definitely, we got a seized wheel.
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