You think that's bad:
Heather and I took the Fat Bastard out to dinner last night and while driving through the restaurant parking lot, I stopped to let a mother with two kids in tow across the lot. The little girl (maybe 3 yrs old), point with her free hand with great enthusiasm and amusement while exclaiming, "Look at the silly car mommy...look a silly car!"
Heather cracked up laughing in the passenger seat....and the mother avoided eye contact with us as she hustled a little more across the lot pulling on the little girl's arm...
OH HELL! I've gotten good comps from chicks before...from "cool" to "cute" and even a senior Trixie (in her day) liked my car! But the chicks these days! All they want is rice...and they start young! Fuchen little beotch....I should have ran her skinny arse over..and taken her toy too! Now Heather will have another name for my cars!
BUT! The good thing is Heather insisted that we take the Porsche out last night...we even took it for an aimless drive to get treats...on the way home I even had fun with a crotch rocket....
Silly car! HA! That little beotch was out of her mind!
