dear pimply faced driver of the plymouth breeze….
sugar…there are a lot of reasons i wouldnt race you this morning on the toll road…if i started a list it would go a bit like this:
- youre a pimply faced kid
- its plymouth breeze
- youre a pimply faced kid
- its a plymouth breeze
- youre a pimply faced kid
- its a plymouth breeze…
- and oh yeah…because when we crested that hill and you were checking me out..I was looking ahead and saw the cruiser in his usual spot…
soooo …. when you floored it and raced past me…it wasnt you i was waving at… love…it was him… and he nodded… cause…and i hate to add insult to injury here…but baby boy youre not the first pimply faced boy i have offered to those boys in sacrifice… not even close…
so i hope you learned a little lesson this morning……
sugarbaby…you should never underestimate the instinct for self preservation….in a sex kitten…
xoxo
10 comments
August 8, 2008 at 12:58 pm
Arjewtino
I was once a pimply faced kid and look how I turned out.
Oh, wait…
does that mean you were not BORN with facial hair???
xoxo
August 8, 2008 at 1:04 pm
Jen
Oh let him have his fantasy!!!
i think it was the officer writing the ticket…that fucked with his fantasy..:-) xoxo
August 8, 2008 at 2:07 pm
Phil
Don’t you love how the male mind works?
We always think that any range of things from: honking horns, driving super fast, suggesting you might like photos of our junk (and that you, in return, might be interested in reciprocating) …. will all garner us that first date with the woman we desire.
i dooooo love how the male mind works…it makes them easy to manipulate into doing my bidding…
of course..i only use my powers for good…never evil….;-)
xoxo
August 8, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Lemmonex
Mama Bear really wants a Breeze…no joke. Her skin is very clear, though.
and…im thinking…mama bear…doesnt want to race me…but for some of your brownies..IF she does..i’ll totallly let her win…
xoxo
August 8, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Food Rockz Man
Don’t mistake boys for men, Suicide. I promise you’d have your hands full trying to manipulate me! Or maybe not. There’s probably only one way to find out.
im gonna go out on a limb here..and say..i dont think id have THAT much trouble getting you to make me breakfast…xoxo
August 8, 2008 at 2:58 pm
Annette
hahaha
August 8, 2008 at 3:32 pm
Uncle Keith
Manipulate me…please, It’s my turn to be manipulated.
August 8, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Hammer
If I said I didn’t sympathize then I’d be lying,
‘Cuz sometimes the blond’s top does go flying.
But before you push that hoopty as fast as you can,
Don’t forget to look out for The Man.
His arm is long and it has no borders,
And the revenue from that road ain’t just quarters.
August 10, 2008 at 12:06 pm
wildbillthePirate
I volunteer to be thrown into SB’s Man-Pit! Not The Man’s Pit however…!
Roses are Red,
Cop’s light’s are Blue,
Don’t try Sex-On-Wheels,
or The Man will come catch You!
August 11, 2008 at 1:58 pm
LivitLuvit
Haaaaaaa Love. It. He did it to himself… not your fault you’re a hot piece of ACE