Tuesday, June 13, 2017

My Car

I have my own car. It has been passed down to me by My Dear Sister. I would have preferred a new car, but I am willing to take what I can get. She does not seem to understand that it has been passed on to me, so I must keep reminding her in no uncertain terms - terms which, I will admit, hurt even my ears. I am now able to hit the open roads as fast as my imagination can take me (I have no idea how to make it actually move).

I love my car.

"Will one of you please top me off?"

"No thank you, I only take Premium Unleaded."

"Please do not get any gasoline on the paint: I just had this waxed."


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