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Letter of the Month
So I was sitting there on the toilet, religiously poring over the June issue of Super Street, when I noticed a stench worse than my bean burrito-induced farts. At first I thought it was my armpits, but after a quick whiff check turned up empty, I thought it was the extra sour cream that turned my poopie extra sour. But as I read on past the Intel section and the Quickie feature, the stank got progressively worse. Then I opened to the "Power Shift" 240Z story and found the non-Mexican food source of the smell: A video game ad. The page smelled like they squeezed the essence out of Nads' man-titties. Gross. On the bright side, the smell of paper and thought of manboobs made my deuce craptacular for a second.
Steve Lear
Via the Internet
Super Street: Making deuce dropping all over the world craptacular for ten years and going.
This Month's Lucky Winner swagged himself a set of springs from Tanabe (www.tanabe-usa.com)