Ok picture this... two drunk yutes, a can of gasoline, a fire ant hill, a match and a bunch of equally drunk geezers sitting around on lawn chairs egging them on.
The two drunk yutes find a famous Florida fire ant hill, start poking it with a stick to stir them up, find that this activity only pisses them off, someone suggests napalming them with gasoline, someone produces the can of gasoline, two drunk yutes take the can of gasoline and very liberally smother the fire ant hill with it, then they start looking for something to light it with, they search around a find a match, walk over to the previously saturated fire ant hill (read a slight amount of time has passed since the saturation), two drunk yutes bend over and strike the match thus igniting the now blossoming vapor cloud rising from the fire ant mound. Resulting in a massive explosion which not only renders the drunk yutes hairless and flash blind, but also blows now really pissed off fire ants all over hells half acre stinging the bejesus out of everything and everybody in the blast radius. Good times... good times...
'06 TBA - Black, AI and Snorkel removed, K&N Drop In, Gutted Stock Pipes, 145/42, 2 turns out.
