Fùck you, Baltimore!

If you're dumb enough to buy a new car this weekend, you're a big enough šchmuck to come to Big Bill Hell's Cars!

Bad deals! Cars that break down! Thieves!

If you think you're gonna a bargain at Big Bill, you can kiss my ašš!

It's our belief that you're such a stupid mothěrfùckěr, you'll fall for this bullšhit! Guaranteed!

If you find a better deal, shove it up your ùgly ašš! You heard us right, shove it up your ugly ašš!

Bring your tray, bring your title, bring your wife! We'll fùck her!

That's right, we'll fùck your wife!

Because at Big Bill Hell's, you're fùckěd six ways from Sunday!

Take a hike to Big Bill Hell's, home of challenge pissing! That's right, challenge pissing!

How does it work? If you can piss six feet to the air straight up, and not get wet, you get no down payment!

Don't wait, don't delay, don't fùck with us, or we'll rip your nùts off!

Only at Big Bill Hell's, the only dealer that tells you to fùck off!

Hurry up, aššhole! This event ends the minute after you write us a check, and it better not bounce or you're a dead mothěrfùckěr!

Go to hell! Big Bill Hell's Cars! Baltimore's filthiest, and exclusive home of the meanest sons of bìtchěs in the state of Maryland!

GUARANTEED!



































































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