My once hot Chilean girlfriend demanded 2 carats as well.
She told me my '69 912 was "yunky" (read "junky")
She told me my gradual loss of hair atop my head made me look like Hulio Sesser. I said "who the hell is Hulio Sesser? A baseball player?" (read "Julius Cesar")
She wanted "American whopper ti**ies" but in the end went to Mexico for the budget ones. Wound up dissatisfied. (Read Dead Beat Rob Lowe and Motel Surgery!)
I told her to hit the road and never looked back.
My friend Jake has his "4F rule":
"If it flys, floats, has four wheels or f**ks you LEASE IT!"
I tend to agree.
