MrsPado'sShoes said:
I'm a classy American whether I'm rolling in my Mustang, my Infiniti, or a 10 speed Pink Huffy with a twinkie dangling off my mouth listening to Lynrd Skynyrd on an old boom box shoved into the basket dangling off the handlebars.
And you're not nutting all over the interior of my Infiniti, unless there happens to be someone of the female persuasion there to catch any and all excess spillage.
Leather seats, you know.
I've already mentioned it to her. She kinda gave me that "Are you for real??" look. I told her we shall discuss this in the morning.
Oh Wait, it is the morning. WOnder if I should wake her up??
Again.
And you're not nutting all over the interior of my Infiniti, unless there happens to be someone of the female persuasion there to catch any and all excess spillage.
Leather seats, you know.
I've already mentioned it to her. She kinda gave me that "Are you for real??" look. I told her we shall discuss this in the morning.
Oh Wait, it is the morning. WOnder if I should wake her up??
Again.
But you are indeed the classy American, however I don't know, that Mustang decreases your classy-ness level. My cousin has a Mustang, and I've had enough of his bragging while riding in the suburbs of Detroit. Its a Ford, so negative 20% is applied to such a vehicle.
And I didnt mean interior, I meant exterior. Especially the front, because that piece is absolutely stunning. Reminds me of someone's butt...
Nevermind.
