I indiscriminately call a lot of things stupid.


I'm stupid.

(no really I am)

I mused over calling the 240 "Cross-Eyed Mary" when I first got it because the PO had done a horrible job at aligning the headlights.


Then I wanted to call it Benjamin Flatte.



Now I just call it "The Mercedes."

"Take the mercedes, dad, it needs a run (it's also running low on fuel and you always top it off when you drive it)"

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1982 240D.
My name is Michael, and I am an 18 year old binge-drinkin', cigar-smokin', novel-writin', all around unsavory and unnattractive guy. I tell long-winded stories, and I only shave once a week, although I've had to do it every day since I was 16.