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Serce. That fast.
Feb. 8th, 2008 04:35 pmDude.man.bro.
We bought a car. In like two hours.
We are hardcore buyers.
We ended up with a 2002 Honda Accord in a pretty shade of red. (the picture doesn't do the color justice) Really. It is pretty. I want a dress and lipstick in this shade of red.
We test drove a couple of cars, viewed various vehicles. We even drove this Chrysler that was such a Grandparent car. I swore my Grandad would have driven this if he could. It was pretty tricked out. (leather seats that warmed your backside, nice stereo, compass -so you could argue with someone about the direction you were driving, hoors in the back and plenty of trunk space to keep a few bodies.) But we didn't want something so fancy. And the gas mileage wasn't that hot. And it was large. It really had been owned by old people. The car we bought was not too big, had the anchor-y things for the car seat, good mileage and nice trunk space. Alas no hoors in the back to party with. But the price was appealing and it drove well.
So we said, "Kevin, (his name was Kevin. All sales dudes are named Kevin. He wasn't a salesman. He was a sales dude. Trust me. Total bro. He kept high-fiving and bumping fists with his co-workers. 'sup bros') We are going to buy it."
And we did. Threw money at them and said, "play with that bitches."
The finance manager who we threw money at, had a coat I totally envied. It was kind of like my coat but more tailored and canary yellow. I almost asked her, "ye who wants to convince us of the useless protecting stuff for the interior of the car... where might I purchase such a lovely and wholesome coat."
Seriously. They tried to sell us the stuff to protect the interior of the car from stains.
And they tried to sell us lo-jack. Okay I know we bought a car that is one of the most commonly stolen vehicles in the state but we are willing to risk that. Seriously.... "you don't think that is worth the value."
NO. Then we looked around the room like someone farted.
That was the end of that conversation.
Then we waited around for them to finish fondling the car or whatever it was they claimed they were doing to it to get it ready.
I drove the rental home and Mr. Jenner brought home the new car.
We need to think of a name for the car.
I know that the car is a she.
But aren't most?
I took a muscle relaxer awhile ago (I had to go the day without any as we were doing serious driving about and so on) and so the effects have taken hold whilst writing this post.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee...or something.
We bought a car. In like two hours.
We are hardcore buyers.
We ended up with a 2002 Honda Accord in a pretty shade of red. (the picture doesn't do the color justice) Really. It is pretty. I want a dress and lipstick in this shade of red.
We test drove a couple of cars, viewed various vehicles. We even drove this Chrysler that was such a Grandparent car. I swore my Grandad would have driven this if he could. It was pretty tricked out. (leather seats that warmed your backside, nice stereo, compass -so you could argue with someone about the direction you were driving, hoors in the back and plenty of trunk space to keep a few bodies.) But we didn't want something so fancy. And the gas mileage wasn't that hot. And it was large. It really had been owned by old people. The car we bought was not too big, had the anchor-y things for the car seat, good mileage and nice trunk space. Alas no hoors in the back to party with. But the price was appealing and it drove well.
So we said, "Kevin, (his name was Kevin. All sales dudes are named Kevin. He wasn't a salesman. He was a sales dude. Trust me. Total bro. He kept high-fiving and bumping fists with his co-workers. 'sup bros') We are going to buy it."
And we did. Threw money at them and said, "play with that bitches."
The finance manager who we threw money at, had a coat I totally envied. It was kind of like my coat but more tailored and canary yellow. I almost asked her, "ye who wants to convince us of the useless protecting stuff for the interior of the car... where might I purchase such a lovely and wholesome coat."
Seriously. They tried to sell us the stuff to protect the interior of the car from stains.
And they tried to sell us lo-jack. Okay I know we bought a car that is one of the most commonly stolen vehicles in the state but we are willing to risk that. Seriously.... "you don't think that is worth the value."
NO. Then we looked around the room like someone farted.
That was the end of that conversation.
Then we waited around for them to finish fondling the car or whatever it was they claimed they were doing to it to get it ready.
I drove the rental home and Mr. Jenner brought home the new car.
We need to think of a name for the car.
I know that the car is a she.
But aren't most?
I took a muscle relaxer awhile ago (I had to go the day without any as we were doing serious driving about and so on) and so the effects have taken hold whilst writing this post.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee...or something.
