I could sms you, or I could just email you a link to the Carsales ad where there are picktchaz n info n wurdz n shit.
PS: sms sent.
Farking cunts - it sounded like a headfuck when you mentioned they were waiting on finance from webuyanycar.
If you have to rely on a dodgy car buying mob to give you money so you can buy a $9k car you're probably a shit cunt.
PF's personal purveyor of pleasant wooden penises.
Ill offer $5k
Im not only sure Im HIV positive.
Ill swap your xy for this arsewristo
swaps for fulli sick r32 brozzzzzz.
In all seriousness what are you after?
Money, fame, emotional satisfaction, an old car to call my own, long walks along the beach, a sense of job security, 4L of mango daquiri served by nekkid wenches, golf shoes to walk through this muck, drugs to give the lizards, a time-travelling Delorean, 4500 fake moustaches, a black labrador named Walter & a ridgeback called Barry, 10,000 well-presented midget henchmen to do my evil bidding, a hollowed-out volcano for a lair, sharks with fricken lazers on their heads, a spanner that doesn't break in half when I hit dinosaurs in the head with it, the ability to walk up to Kyle Sandilands in the street, punch him in the mouth and yell "Aqualung!" over his crumpled body before jumping back on my horse and riding into the sunset with a frosty pint of beer, MORE HORSES!, for Allan Grice to be my personal chauffeur/body guard/stunt double, to win a place in the hearts and minds of America, the legal ability to kill people who write solely in SMS shorthand, and finally, to be able to sign off every piece of written correspondence I enter with: "Those are my demands. If they are not met I will send the bunny suicide squad to blow up all comic book stores in the city, followed with sharpened penguins being targetted on public schools. The world's fate is in your hands, gentlemen - good day.".
Is this ridiculously cheap yet?