As far as it being sweet, hells yeah. Come on! "Honey, I'm off to work. Just let me put on my crash helmet and get into my turbine powered jet car so I can launch myself into THE FUTURE!" How is that not freakin' sweet?
Well, okay, whatever you say.
(and ah...be sure to say hello to Jane, Judy, Elroy, your dog Astro, AND that maid o' yours Rosie for me, will ya?!)
Yep! Just like a good Single Malt Scotch, you might call me "an acquired taste" TOO.(among the many OTHER things you may care to call me, of course)
