"Aw momma, you so fine. Sweet thing, I'm gonna slide my Rascal™ up underneath your righteous breasts and...
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Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas ... with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether.
-Hunter S. Thompson
Dedicated to the other side of Las Vegas, namely; the sprawling, mad, incoherent underpinnings of the world's favorite destination. That, and the occasional ranting about nothing in particular. Follow @lavi_d_avegas
4 comments:
Before, I felt trapped, confined. But the Rascal has given me a new found freedom.
Thank you rascal for a new lease on life and the freedom to pass out any where I please.
An unsilicited testimony from a satisfied costomer. VROOMMMMM
When we combine the mobility of the Rascal (tm) with the awesome tire ripping horsepower of the last LaVida subject -- then we will be truly free.
-Cripple Cart
Wheely bars for my Rascal (tm).
Beat you to the patent office!
Caripp'in 'n shit
Their but for the grace of God go I. Just postponing the inevitable.
I wonder if Rascal has a parachute option for fast decelleration like John Force's car has?
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