I recently purchased and began to drive a manual transmission car. A 96 Toyota corolla, found on craigslist for two thousand and two hundred dollars. Complete with DIY window tint and a leaky oil pan. This stick shift has entirely transformed my internal state. I have been forced into consistently being accountable
More pertinent is why does this cake tastes like it has been sprayed with some high powered disinfectant? Not a cake disinfectant. But a diner counter disinfectant. A fucking stick shift man would not take this. He would take this cake back to diner attendant who sold it to him and demand a refund.
Try serving this to a HDH customer. See what appends. Well tell you to stick it in your fucking shit ass. Take it home and feed it to your shit eating neighbor. Fucking suck a fat cock in your mouth. Fucking ass cunt. Serve me this cake. Ill fucking eat your shit.
You think the guy from vampire weekend has to deal with this shit? He doesn’t even drive a manual. He fucking cant. No fucking way does he know how, I don’t even think he knows how to drive. That mother fucker made this cake. I knew it. With his fucking shitcake band.
Point being when you start driving a stick your entire outlook on life changes. You are now extremely “on point” while driving. You must be aware. Do you want to stall out at red light like an ass? You better not? You know what happens to white boys like you when you get it? They give you a fucking welcome package of used Trojans, KY lubejelley, and a tube a of cocksuckingred lipstick, if you’re lucky! So keep that shit up and see.
When you drive stick this high level of awareness transcends outside of your life on the road. You carry it into every waking moment of your life. Senses become heightened. Your level of cool drops below a drunken prom boy getting his cock sucked from the girl’s 2nd string winter track team coach in the back of his best friends limo rented out by his parents. No one will ever know. And you’ll never forget. One day you’ll let it out. Let your young cock out to be manhandled by every German woman with minimum body dimensions of 1.83m X 104kg.
The effect of driving a stick permeates into every area of your life. You need to do more when you’re not driving. Sitting still listen to some old alcoholic talk about his escapades selling his ass to Peruvian perverts when he was 5 in order to buy a plane ticket back to the Bronx where is booming cocaine blowjob business was now really beginning to get off the ground just doesn’t do it anymore. You need to write books about the subtleties of putting it from zero to first on a slight incline turning left with 10 Florida natives sitting behind you just waiting to blow their collective horn at the first sign of hesitation.
Driving a manual transmission version of any car makes you an all around better person.
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