<—- Got’s nuthin’ on the dash. Ain’t even gots a dash.
Rebuilding a 1986 Lincoln Continental. I’ve removed the dashboard to install custom kit. I took my friend to Wallgreens to buy some cold medicine. Undercover cops were waiting for us in the parking lot hoping bust us as meth dealers. Apparently those blokes like to hide their goodies inside the dashboards of pimped out vintage Lincolns.
It’s been a while since I had a strange man’s hands rubbah dubbing on my privies. They let us go after the dogs thoroughly sniffed Conti, my friend, and myself up and down.