here's an interesting concept:

what if no one in the world can actually afford a car like, say, a Ferrari? (i mean they are the best in the world and all that... lambo lovers can kiss my sharries. in the nicest possible sense, of course) its all just a huge lie perpetuated by the pretty-car-machine-makers.
alright follow me with this one: let's make up a man, and let's call him Tom. actually lets not call him Tom. let us call him............ Michael. nah actually lets just go with Tom. or maybe michael? tom, michael, tom, michael, tom, michael, tom, michael, tom, michael, tom, michael.........
ok so this man called John (hahahahahahha) he really really wants a Ferrari. let's just say its the Spyder alright? so he saves and saves, and all the time he's saving, he's watching these cocky bastards on the road with their fucking Ferraris (yes and even their fucking Lambos - John's desperate y'see) and he's getting more and more and more envious, seeing all these guys with their hot cars - which, by a strange twist of something-or-other (NOT LEMON) aren't any other colour than black or red.
funny... those are my favourite two colours for sports cars. what a coincidence, you might say.

so anyhow. John one day finally goes down to a Ferrari showroom and totally ignores all the showgirls - a sure sign of his honest desire for a Spyder (cynics might say Ferrari's just not spending enough on the showgirls, but that's another story) and he approaches a customer service officer and enquires after the price of his dream car.
the CSO then takes him into a dark room - where he is told that Ferrari only GIVES their cars away because they cost so much that most people cant afford them! their real money comes from assorted merchandise - and, of course, the cut they get from Mr. Schumacher's continuing victories on the race circuit.
thus the lie is exposed: cars are given away to a privileged few, in return for them driving all around town all day and showing off their cars, so that poor suckers with hardly any money can look and them and dream, and, being forever unable to afford an actual Ferrai, spend heaps and heaps of money on a "genuine leather!" Ferrari keychain.



wadya think? the concept just hit me today, and i think it almost bears out. i mean the actual cost of producing a Ferrari cant be that much right. so they'd still make quite a tidy little profit i'm thinking.



of course i dont actually think it's TRUE. but if you do, hey, whatever floats your boat mate. its your party.




in other news: i'm sposed to be fucken studying for tmr's mock test, but true to form, i'm not.




i adorn myself with lies you see
until you barely can perceive
the weaknesses i try and heave
outta the fucken door

but just because i hide them well
dont mean that everything is swell
and trust me, people, time will tell:
i'll crumble soon for sure.