Last weekend I had Rod’s Porsche 993. Holy shit!
I felt like a cock in the city streets. The pedestrians mocked me. When a young hippy and I crossed paths he called me a wanker, and a wanking motion ensued as he walked across the street.
I thought that was a bit redundant, hippy!
I shrugged my shoulders. After all I was driving a car that demands confidence, a sort of affluent indifference that can only be bought.
I loved it. Now I think I will move to somewhere desolate where dead animal skulls line the highway. I need a fast car.
In an unrelated manner Xero is hiring and we’re looking for an HTML and CSS uber-guru. Here’s the pitch. Go on, apply! 
I’ll do it!!
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You’re hired! Thanksgiving is creeping around the corner…
I’ll bet you favor candidates who offer you fast cars … >;P
Am I that transparent? (don’t answer that!)