Welcome to rust.
It's much like a bad girl friend. Sure, the girl may look great, and be a good runner. But inside, there is something growing. Something, unrelenting, and evil. It spreads like cancer. Eating away at your soul, and you wallet. No matter how much you try and please it, it continues on and on and on, until either your patience, or wallet, runs out.
Rust: My enemy.
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You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get myself a 1967 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, hot pink, with whale
skin hubcaps and all leather cow interior and big brown baby seal eyes for headlights. Yeah! And I'm gonna drive
around in that baby at 115 miles an hour, getting 1 mile per gallon.
I may be king of the idiots, but my kingdom is vast and my subjects are everywhere