Hey, unicorn semen ain’t cheap.

Nice flex

Or in my case, glove compartments.

I actually recently inspected this car.

My Mom’s friend has a cousin who’s ex-husband owned this car, and he left in an ugly divorce, and apparently left the car behind.

So after some crafty negotiations and inquiries she allowed me to visit the property and inspect the vehicle.

I took my bag of tools and waded through the jungle to get to this poor Porsche…

Sure enough, when I opened up the driver’s side door, the foul stench of rodent life assailed my nostrils, and I recoiled.

That being said, I was able to confirm via VIN number that it is indeed a 1998 model, which is in fact the exact year The Undertaker threw Mankind off Hell In A Cell, and plummeted 16 ft through an announcer’s table.