.. ??? she frowned. “What kind of Tattoo did you get”.?? “I got a Tattoo of a Hundred Dollar Bill on my Knob” he said proudly. “What the Hel... were you thinking”?.?? she said, shaking her head in disgust. “Why on Earth would you get a Hundred Dollar Bill Tattooed on your Knob”... ??? “Well, 4 Reasons - One, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like to play with my money. Three, I like how money feels in my hand. And, lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right. That didn't console me -- My image was at stake. When I suggested that we steal the car and go for a joy ride, I really think I was trying to compensate for my lack of hormones and prove something to my post-puberty friends. It was my feeble effort to be masculine, to be a tough guy in the eyes of my buddies. Well, to make a long, terrible story short, we got caught. Our parents were called to the police station and we were released in their custody. Three days later we were in juvenile. They lay on the bed, not speaking or moving. Come ran from Sandra’s cunt and pooled to form a wet spot on the bed. The dildo, in an obscene parody of male anatomy, stood waving with each breath that Wanda took. Glen lay there as his asshole slowly returned to normal size and the juices of his activities with Sandra dried on his cock into a crusty mess.They slowly roused themselves. Sandra turned to Glen and said, “Wow, you were amazing.”Glen answered, “Me? You two nearly killed me. I’ve never. As I pulled away from the hit I saw in the rearview the steam and oil pouring out of their hood. The first hit killed their radiator and reduced their front visibility while the shocks on my ‘70s bumper bounced right back leaving me with only minor damage. Normally with a messy windshield you could open the window and lean out too see, but bulletproof glass did not open. The driver got pissed.A normal unmodified cop Crown Vic stopped at the side of the road can take a rear collision from a car.