I'm the Mayor of my own Crazy Town. Sheriff, too.
That's funny. I'm happy to know I'm not the only one who talks to their car. "C'mon, baby, almost there, chug a little bit further. You can make it. Awwww screw you, Car! Run off with that skanky Accord you've had your headlights on! You think I can't get a Lexus? You think you're too good for me? I'm too good for you! I only stay with you because of all the mileage we've put in together!" Hmmm I may be working out some other issues.
Very funny stuff.
So, I feel like I have to ask what everyone else is thinking - do you really have a Barbie purple car, or was this creative liberty used? Also, have you ever considered getting a truck? You know, the one with those huge "fuck you" tires that chew up potholes, and not the other way around?
There is possibly some creative liberty. I believe I colored it my dream car color, versus my actual car color.
Do not bring your car to Alberta.
You need to move to an apartment that has a garage. It's that simple. Willy Dunne Wooters lives in an apartment. He has a garage. He doesn't keep his car in it. I think it's full of junk. My garage has a car in it, but it's Favorite Young Man's red Porsche, not my poor little Nissan Sentra.Love,Janie
I would also like to know if your car is Barbie purple.
If only, you guys...if only.
That’s the kind of conversation anyone wouldn’t want to have with their cars, especially if the car is a glossy pinky purple like that. The weather has been pretty cold lately, so you better know how to winterize your car to avoid this kind of car dialogue with her. Jamie, Georgetown Exxon