:rolf: :rolf: :rolf:
My mom comes in my room at like midnight and asks if I smell gas, of course I say "no" because I'm not super sensitive to it. I get up and instantly I can smell 93 octane so I immediately realize it's the F4 :rolf:
The shitty ass oreilly's fuel hose just randomly busted and poured half the fucking tank in the floor :lol:
I was just in the garage at about 11:15 getting a socket out of the toolbox and it was fine :what: :lol: