Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Rules For Riding In My Car


ferrari girl models
Car, girls, and flags pictured may or may not actually be mine

1. No smoking.

2. If you're a hot girl, disregard Rule #1. Do whatever you want.

3. If Hey Ya is on, don't change the station.

4. Don't open the glove compartment. Everything will fall out.

5. Don't put your feet on the dashboard.

6. If you're a hot girl, disregard Rule #5. Do whatever you want.

7. Always wear a seat belt.

8. Never wear socks with sandals.

9. No country music.

10. You can eat, but make sure the food gets in your mouth. Also, if you're eating fries, every fifth one goes to me.

11. If they're Checkers fries, every third one goes to me.

12. If you're a hot girl, Rule #11 still applies. You can't possibly think you can just do whatever you want.

13. If we stop at a gas station, you're not obligated to buy me anything from inside, but I sure do like watermelon Slush Puppies.

14. Don't scream if I'm about to hit an animal unless it's a cat or a dog or something that could mess up my car. I don't want to swerve and kill myself over a chipmunk.

15. Don't scream if I'm about to hit a Justin Bieber. I don't want to swerve and kill myself over a Justin Bieber.

16. Black people have to ride in the back.

17. Totally kidding.

18. Don't throw trash out the window. The wind could catch it and it could fly back in and hit a black person sitting in the back.

19. Totally kidding again. Not about the trash. Don't litter.

20. No Nickelback.

21. Don't break up with your boyfriend while I'm driving you to his house. (This actually happened once.)

22. If you're a hot girl, disregard Rule #21.

23. On road trips, check to make sure I'm paying attention. I'll drive 100 miles in the wrong direction without noticing.

24. Seriously, I was 100% kidding about Rule #16.

25. Seriously, I was 100% not kidding about Rule #20.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Funeral For a Friend



After nearly a decade of dedicated service, my beloved Ford Focus is officially no more. I'm choosing to honor the valiant car in the only way I know how... through poetry:

I hate your stupid squeaky brakes and how they make me cringe
I hate the way your broke AC blows hot air on my friends
I hate the way your trunk won’t close and randomly flies open
I hate how I can’t charge my phone because your lighter’s broken
I hate your lack of power windows and of power locks
I hate the way your frame shakes, just like Mike J. Fox
I hate how you scratch my cds and how you’re so dang small
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you, not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all

Thanks Focus... you will be missed

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The High Road

Dear cute blond girl in my neighborhood who almost took off the front of my car with your Porsche,

I know blond and blind are only one letter apart, but you had to have seen that stop sign. I know that a sign with so many sides is perplexing, but my poor little car can't handle a wreck with a bike, much less your tricked out birthday present. I know you think you can get away with pretty much anything because you're pretty, but I've got news for you... I'm free this weekend, so like, we should hang out, cuz I think you're cute... and I like your car.

Shallowly,

David