Bruce Carter writes:
>... I had left the bonnet ajar. Later, early in the
>evening I take it out for a ride to get some dinner/supper. Well the car
>was running very good... a fine little filly drove by and I did not get
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Puh-leeeze!
>a real good look, so... I stomped on it to try and catch her to get a
>better view. I was doing just fine and was almost even with her to catch
>MY better view, and all of a sudden I can't see in front of me, and I
>hear this noise like metal being folded very violently. OH SHIT....
>the bonnet lid has folded over the top of the car, and I'm doing near
>60mph. What do we do here? I can't just stop on a main road in the
>middle of traffic like most other half wits on the road. I pull into the
>next crossroad and begin the unfolding process. If only I had thought
>with the bigger head and smaller brain I would not have had this
>problem, and I would have ignored that fine little honey.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Serves you right, you drooling ogler! I'll say you need some spare
parts! ;-)
I guess you could argue that I could report all of my gorgeous hunk
sightings and you all wouldn't complain, but something about calling a
woman a horse irks me. In fact, this whole chase scene reeks a little
of objectification. I'd rather not read stuff like this on this list.
Thanks,
Lydia Gregoret
lydia@rosa.mit.edu
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