Every time I turn on "speed" all I hear is: "I had a huge fuckin dip in, and little dale was turnin left, and fuggin a. I love my momma, and I love cope. See, I got them good aerodynamics, so I just floored it and turned left. Then, since I gut my dip, I had to shit. So I just shit myself in the car. Then god damn, the fire came on like the texas heat, and that god damn 2 door taurus burned to the ground. You don't be seein them 4 cylinder drivin foreign faggots burnin thier shit to the ground. I like this hurra cut I got. For a while I was usin a chilli bowl. Now I just put on my helmet, and cut round tha shit. Jimmie Johnson would be proud. Can I get a dip of that there cope?"