Post by pyro on Sept 29, 2012 23:45:10 GMT -6
when you realize that you may just be my god how could this have happened a hipster.
Got some names. Jess, Pyro, Basil, Rabbit, Dishdog. Answer to them all so uh. Whatever pickles your cucumber.
I have absolutely no idea what to say at this point, so I'm going to settle for telling y'all that today I saw so many beautiful cars I thought my eyes were going to fly right out of their sockets just to follow them home. Because staring at one of those cars would have made my eyes very happy. My god. I can't even. The most phenomenal chevelle. Camaros galore. Think I saw the back of a plymouth prowler. Very distinct cars, theyhave a sweet butt are.
AND. AND.
The drooling did not stop when I stopped driving. |8
There's this couple that comes to where I work every weekend. Every weekend. And they always park in the space closest to the glass doors. Which means I get to see their Buick convertible rollin' up every weekend. I can't even. I JUST. FFFFFFFFT. Look at this. Are you looking at it? It's not their car. But that's what it is. So. Ugh. Roadmaster. Please be mine. I'll never give you up. Never let you down. And I sure won't run around and desert you.
...I think my Maxima knows I look at other cars. It takes hills pretty slow and runs rich. I expect it to be faithful, and yet I look at plymouth prowler butts. ;-;
Got some names. Jess, Pyro, Basil, Rabbit, Dishdog. Answer to them all so uh. Whatever pickles your cucumber.
I have absolutely no idea what to say at this point, so I'm going to settle for telling y'all that today I saw so many beautiful cars I thought my eyes were going to fly right out of their sockets just to follow them home. Because staring at one of those cars would have made my eyes very happy. My god. I can't even. The most phenomenal chevelle. Camaros galore. Think I saw the back of a plymouth prowler. Very distinct cars, they
AND. AND.
The drooling did not stop when I stopped driving. |8
There's this couple that comes to where I work every weekend. Every weekend. And they always park in the space closest to the glass doors. Which means I get to see their Buick convertible rollin' up every weekend. I can't even. I JUST. FFFFFFFFT. Look at this. Are you looking at it? It's not their car. But that's what it is. So. Ugh. Roadmaster. Please be mine. I'll never give you up. Never let you down. And I sure won't run around and desert you.
...I think my Maxima knows I look at other cars. It takes hills pretty slow and runs rich. I expect it to be faithful, and yet I look at plymouth prowler butts. ;-;
