No way, I think he spawned! Plus I have far too much respect for Mrs. Walks’s éminence grise to try to pry open that closet. Put me back to about 1985 when he was running around in a Camaro and hot pants and it’d be a different story hahaha
Camaro? F that. In 1985 I'll have you know that I was at the apex of style. My rig was a '73 Eldorado close to this one. 472 cubic inch V-8 with a 4 barrel quadrajet carburetor just shooting 4 streams of leaded gas into the abyss as fast as they could. 9 miles to the gallon and giving zero fucks.
Bitching 80's hair that I shamefully used some sort mousse shit in to keep it just so. Calculating the volume of Hyperbolic Paraboloid's with ease. I was a beast! All wasted as I was at school with a huge M to F imbalance. Perhaps you should have been there - might have been good hunting grounds for you.