Spewing Trannies -

Within seconds, a thick cloud of white smoke swallowed the trailer.

He checked his phone. No bars. He looked at the trail of red fluid stretching back a hundred yards down the highway. spewing trannies

"Well," he sighed, wiping a smudge of grease off his forehead. "At least I won't need an oil change. There’s nothing left in there to change." Within seconds, a thick cloud of white smoke

He popped the hood, only to be met by a fresh gout of smoke. The dipstick was pushed halfway out of its tube—the internal pressure had become so immense that the "tranny" had literally vomited its guts across the engine bay. " he sighed