Our boy Ricky Erlando is in the house and ready to give it to you like you like it, raw and dirt nasty .  Ricky doesn’t like Prius owners.  He thinks they’re soft.  And so do we.  If I could, I’d flip over every Prius on the road, unless there was a fine feminina in the front seat.  In that case, I’d remove her from that hippie, patchouli smelling piece of garbage, flip it over like the hulk, and then make sweet, passionate (but quick) love to that lefty Obama worshiper (only after agreeing that she shower first, of course).