You Know What's Too Bad as for You, but You Still Own It

When i was about 12 years old, my dad bought himself a 19 66 ford mustang. The kind of car seinfell would have picked your goofe ass up in before he invited you interviewed you about killing flies. A yo billy, white and baldhead. This last thursday you were rambling on about wanting a big ass truck. Ye, i want to get an ef two 50, regular cab with the desel engine and all o that shit. And i don't know how to fuck an i change a light bulb, that's it. I just fut an love em. But a the segment is, what's what? Something bad ass that you own