Cleaning out my closet

I'm moving. Who wants some stuff? Specifically:

One (1) 1990 2-door Chrysler Daytona

• White with rad early-nineties maroon racing stripe.
• 2.2L engine.
  
• Far too many horsepowers than one could really use.
  
• New brakes, new gas tank.
  
• Great heating system. Will keep you warm and dry in the freezing cold winter months.
  
• Fold-down rear seats. I have fit an entire drum set, a guitar, three people, and three people's luggage for a weekend getaway thanks to this configuration.
  
• Fantastic stereo, custom built by highly advanced alien species.
• Really?
• Not really. But two cannon subwoofers in the trunk, four speakers in the cabin, and a very, very awesome CD player. Can rock entire downtown core if you crank it to eleven.
• Really?
• YES!

As is, $1000 OBO.

Six (6) Gmail invites

• Like boomerangs and venereal diseases. No matter how hard you try to get rid of them, they keep coming back.

As is, free.

Some (Ω) Other stuff

• Clothes. Like new!
• Textbooks. Like I spent $200 on one of the professor's friend's experimental forays into the written word, only to find out that I could never open the thing, skip half the classes, and still come out with an A in the course.
• More clothes. Like I have way too much clothes!
• Gay men. Like my closet is a haven for well-dressed men!
  

As is, ranging from cheap to free. Mostly free.


~g. mango will miss those gay men in her closet. . . well, only a little bit. they were always borrowing my jeans.