Saturday, September 11, 2010

Take That, Hippie.

I’m a firm believer in driving skills reflecting a person’s true personality. Which means my neighbor must be cuh-razy.

She got t-boned last month trying to take a shortcut the wrong way on a one-way alley. And in her latest exploit, backed into my SUV in my driveway. She was mortified about it, and wanted to pay for any damage, but I didn’t have a scratch. Her Prius, above, didn’t fare as well.

Hell yes, SUVs. Saving a spine beats saving gas every time.

Hey, come to think of it, another chick gave me a good thump recently while text messaging as she pulled up behind me at a red light. No damage to me that time, either.

Is it just me, or has my bumper become a hottie magnet? And is that not a really great euphemism? Discuss.

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