They put me in a Castratea today. It was an orally testacular experience. It took me ten minutes to get it into gear. Now I'm a man's man and I need a knob of some sort to hold onto while driving, I weren't looking for no pansy pushbutton. Then as it happens I was stung by a wasp on my right thumb at my first stop and I had a limp wrist all day, didn't matter 'cause I weren't doin' no shiftin' anyhow. But my left foot was all pissed off 'cause it didn't have nothin' to do in the cab, it kept on kickin' at nothin' like a dog scratchin' it's ear. Now check this out:
It was designed by a woman, go figure, Allison's transmission? Really? Why don't you give me a Betty Crocker engine and a Little Debbie CB Radio so I can sweet talk you while I'm driving it up your chocolate covered highway? Kinda made me feel like this guy:
But then we got an e-mail, now I feel all better:
Party at my house on Sunday!
It was designed by a woman, go figure, Allison's transmission? Really? Why don't you give me a Betty Crocker engine and a Little Debbie CB Radio so I can sweet talk you while I'm driving it up your chocolate covered highway? Kinda made me feel like this guy:
But then we got an e-mail, now I feel all better:
Party at my house on Sunday!