While Jaceone is busy douching his vaginer, I thought I'd post a manly man picture.

And what's more manly than a big 'ole V8? A kick you square in the nuts V12 , that's what. (go ahead and count them, I'll wait.)

..., nine, ten, oneteen, twoteen.

I grew up in America, a fact that I'll gladly hide if you meet me in a foreign country as I proudly declare myself Canadian (the only country to totally kick our ass in war btw--and yes it seems that and pornentertainment industry are the only things we're good at).

okay where was I? Oh yeah so I grew up with the manly man grunting "say what'cha got in there? a Vee-Eight?" and yes I'll grant you that going from point a to point b really really fast is, well, fun as a fat chick with father issues, but, It's got nothing on going really really fast and then turning. oh yeah I said it: go fast and turn. And none of this all left turns bullshit, that's just retarded. Blasphemer!

If you are still with me and wondering how could it be that some whimpy little Italian engine block could kick Detroit square in the dingleberries; listen to this my friend, this is what that hunk of metal above sounds like when it's all tinkertoyed together (it'll bring a tear to your eye, I swear):

no, it is no wonder as to why I'm an ass man