I wish I was driving some girl crazy! But no, I'm just driving.
My poor lil' Honda is getting old. One headlight went out. It sounds like an old sewing machine when it idles. It's loud inside. It shimmies when you near the top speed of 45mph. The chrome is falling off. The visors are disintegrating. The carpeting is ripped and as full of holes as a favorite old pair of underwear I had that snagged on a girl's bra in the washer. I hate washing my clothes with other peoples stuff. Cooties!
It's hard to make out in my beat up car. I've tried. I even found a Drive-In Theatre!
Anyway, I hope my car survives! If my car broke down now, I'd be in serious trouble!
I need a new car! My friend, Jerome loves everything Elvis, knows stuff about him, performs as an Elvis tribute artist all over the country and tells me how kind Elvis was with giving away his cars to strangers and stuff. Why can't I run into a sweet guy like Elvis, so he can get me a new car?
Did you see that guy that won millions in a lotto, then later won another lotto? He won the lotto twice!
Why can't the big money come to me? I think I deserve it as much as almost anyone else. I'd do good things with it once I knew my needs for the rest of my life were taken care of. I have other people besides myself to think about, too. I used to fantasize that some wealthy person would stumble onto this blog and read it and realize that I was the one person that would benefit the wealth they decided to bestow upon me.
Where are you?
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