We were talking about the Jaguar.
I love Jaguars, but I can not resolve this feeling with the rest of my "hate of all things English."
If I won the lottery tomorrow, I would go first to the Jaguar store, despite myself, and walk out with probably three of the fucking things.
I would immediately destroy one of them, but I feel that, eventually, I would come to replace it and I would then treasure them all.
WTF is it about Jaguars?