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best regard and alway fast drive from Bihor
Mikhal
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SEND THIS TRUCK TO YOUR FRIENDS TO SPREAD THE PEACE
I kept it in my whole life and this is the day I finally decide to admit it. I was designed to kill Soviet tanks. From now on, call me “Warthog.” Herein after, my official name is Warthog.
I’m having plastic surgeons attach a GAU-8 Avenger 30 milimeter rotary cannon, 1,200 pounds of titanium armor, and two General Electric TF34-GE-100 turbofan engines to my body. Sgt. Major Fairchild said I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ stupid and I can’t be a jet, but I’m beautiful and I am a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ jet. My thought process was NOT altered back in Nam and I'm a completely sane human being, contrary to what most specialists believe. Just so you know, those specialists believe that the Earth is round. What a bunch of ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Warhog out.