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Fordítási probléma jelentése
My car has a spoiler.
Not just any spoiler. It has spiked edges that make it look like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dragon's wing. Your ♥♥♥♥♥♥ car doesn't have a spoiler, so it's not fast.
The speed of a car has nothing to do with the engine or any other nerdy mechanic ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ like that. It's all in the spoiler.
Want to run faster? Wear a spoiler on your ass. Want to type faster? Wear a spoiler on your fingers. Want to think as fast as me? Wear a spoiler as a hat. I would attach a spoiler to every area of my body, but God already made me a perfect human being, so it'd be unfair to get that kind of boost.
So buzz off kid. Before I beat your ass in a street race. You've probably never even seen the streets like I have. I'm from the hoodest hood. I eat your worst nightmares for breakfast.
Get out. Don't come back until your car has a spoiler as sweet as mine.