When Bobby the Burger King from Bob's Burgers in Morrabbin came to pick up his '34 Coupe he arrived in this very fine piece of American tin work. . . .
Only trouble is when you spend all your time turning burgers, you kinda get the shits when the flipping electric windows won't go up and down. So the big fella left her behind for a bit of a tune up seeing as she ain't pleasing The King like she used to. . .
By the time you read this, this fine arse will be on the rack getting its bones cracked and tweeked until she's back in shape and Bobby can once again take her out and let the glass down so that the wind can flow through his fine head of hair like it used to . . .
Damn fine arse which ever way you look at it. . .
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