Gone are the days. Remember buying your first automobile? The master plan was to seduce that girl in Algebra class with the tight sweater and big natural hooters, but you needed a base of operations. Your grades, no doubt, plummeted as you day dreamed about those tundra's of cleavage, mentally pinching her silver dollar-sized areolas, wondering what third base had to offer. Chances are none of that actually happened. Some jackoff stole your car, and your titty girl probably ran off with the owner of a carnival. Small consolation, but this movie will show you what you might have missed.