Boys don't change.Walking home from the bus, I was privy to the following conversation, held between two boys, sitting on their bikes... creating their perfect cars. It was a youthful pissing contest...one I'd heard my own brother have, my sons... this one, however, this was....current.
Boy 1--Yeah, my car... it's going to be black. Black with black leather interior.
Boy 2-- Mine is going to have stripes, thin racing stripes. And, blacked out windows.
Boy 1-- Well, I'm going to have fat tires, and spinner rims.
Boy 2-- Huh. Me, too. And, and, I'm going to have a (blah blah) stereo system, with surround sound.
Boy 1-- Yeah. And, I'm going to have a 350 engine, with an auto trannie.
Boy 2-- I'm going to have a 450 hemi... turbo.
Boy 1-- I'll have GPS. And a DVD player.
Silence. The gauntlet was thrown. How can this be surpassed??
Boy 2-- Mine will get 40 MPG.
Game. Set. Match.
Boy 2-- Mine will get 40 MPG.
Game. Set. Match.
9 comments:
LOL!
My car has a reversing light as an aftermarket accessory. But it gets at least 60 MPG.
My car is blood red in colour. And it reminds me of Barbie's ferrari that I used to play with.
Top that, bitches.
I want hydrogen.
WIN.
(Your layout looks much better.)
Two goombas were walking in Bay Side and said....
I've got a 16 year old Volvo that has a heater in the drivers seat to keep yer bum warm.
(I think I just pissed away my street cred).
Yeah when gas was $.25 I still wanted 70mpg. Finally got it but gas is $3.50. You can't win.
There is hope yet.
:)
Is this part of that whole "sports cars are phallic symbols"-thing, or ovecompensation for a small penis?
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