What is your baby's name?
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Taylor not Tyler
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If you have to ask there's no way we could ever give you an answer good enough.
Men develop a serious relationship with their cars. It's about walking into your garage on Sunday morning when the sunlight is just barely creeping through the blinds to reveal the glossy, sexy curves of your ride. And there she is. Sitting magnificently pert. Begging you to touch her. Rub your hands over the roof line. Make sure there's no dust. Check the wheels for grime. Peek inside to make sure the leather is still glossy. She's your girl. You gotta take care of her. She trusts you.
I feel my car when I drive. I hardly ever listen to the radio. That would be like... playing video games while your girlfriend is talking to you.
A car is a piece of powerful machinery. But most of all, it's yours. Be good to her and she will be good to you.
Men develop a serious relationship with their cars. It's about walking into your garage on Sunday morning when the sunlight is just barely creeping through the blinds to reveal the glossy, sexy curves of your ride. And there she is. Sitting magnificently pert. Begging you to touch her. Rub your hands over the roof line. Make sure there's no dust. Check the wheels for grime. Peek inside to make sure the leather is still glossy. She's your girl. You gotta take care of her. She trusts you.
I feel my car when I drive. I hardly ever listen to the radio. That would be like... playing video games while your girlfriend is talking to you.
A car is a piece of powerful machinery. But most of all, it's yours. Be good to her and she will be good to you.
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DaveCm
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Oh, yes, car name. Sorry, ADD. I call her Lucy. After all, she is a red head.
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Pasha's Monster
I had a cat named Pasha. Her nickname was Pashamonster. She was silver and black...and tiny. She was my baby. Because of that horrible pet food recall, she suddenly passed away February 2nd. I got my car exactly two weeks later.
So...she's Pasha's Monster.
I had a cat named Pasha. Her nickname was Pashamonster. She was silver and black...and tiny. She was my baby. Because of that horrible pet food recall, she suddenly passed away February 2nd. I got my car exactly two weeks later.
So...she's Pasha's Monster.
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#47
I'm going to try to get custom plates for my '05 Shinka... "0101010"
Assuming there isn't another Douglas Adams fan out there who's just nerdy enough
to actually put that on his plates. That might be too much to hope for.
Assuming there isn't another Douglas Adams fan out there who's just nerdy enough
to actually put that on his plates. That might be too much to hope for.
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You set my soul alight
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But she has an alias. Babycakes.
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If you have to ask there's no way we could ever give you an answer good enough.
Men develop a serious relationship with their cars. It's about walking into your garage on Sunday morning when the sunlight is just barely creeping through the blinds to reveal the glossy, sexy curves of your ride. And there she is. Sitting magnificently pert. Begging you to touch her. Rub your hands over the roof line. Make sure there's no dust. Check the wheels for grime. Peek inside to make sure the leather is still glossy. She's your girl. You gotta take care of her. She trusts you.
I feel my car when I drive. I hardly ever listen to the radio. That would be like... playing video games while your girlfriend is talking to you.
A car is a piece of powerful machinery. But most of all, it's yours. Be good to her and she will be good to you.
Men develop a serious relationship with their cars. It's about walking into your garage on Sunday morning when the sunlight is just barely creeping through the blinds to reveal the glossy, sexy curves of your ride. And there she is. Sitting magnificently pert. Begging you to touch her. Rub your hands over the roof line. Make sure there's no dust. Check the wheels for grime. Peek inside to make sure the leather is still glossy. She's your girl. You gotta take care of her. She trusts you.
I feel my car when I drive. I hardly ever listen to the radio. That would be like... playing video games while your girlfriend is talking to you.
A car is a piece of powerful machinery. But most of all, it's yours. Be good to her and she will be good to you.