Hey goys, just picked up this 1992 Ford Taurus. The Turkish guy I bought it from off Craigslist couldnt wait to get it off his lawn. The inside of the car smells like hummus and cigarettes and there's some kind of black liquorice permanently ground into the bottom of the back seats. It's kind of embarrassing to be seen driving this thing around seeing as I'm a thirty year old man but this is what I deserve for spending my youth snorting cocaine in gas station bathrooms and drunkenly pissing into a WalMart clothes racks at two in the morning. Oh well. Only fifty more years of driving to Office Max five mornings a week until I pay off my BA in photography. At least now I'll get 24 mpg in the city which is better than 90% of what you dipshits get.