So the other day my youngest daughter bought her first car. A used one.
Here is a mash-up of text and actual conversations that have since taken place with me ,her, and Wifey.
ME: "So...did you you name the car yet?"
DAUGHTER: "No."
ME: "How about Russell?"
DAUGHTER: "No."
ME: "How about The Bull?"
DAUGHTER: "No."
ME: "Don't you want to name it?"
DAUGHTER: "No."
WIFEY: "You have to name a car. Well, used cars you have to name."
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I remember my first car...I wrecked it in a big car chase.
I think she should name it Kit.
Or Herbie!
The BatYoungestMobile?
The Falcon! (assuming it can do the Kessel Run in less than 24 parsecs...can it?)
I think that should be 12 parsecs. Oh well. I'll drop my geek creds at the counter when I leave.
She's Got a Used Ticket to Ride
Sexy Secondhand
Drive Her Car
When I'm 64,000 Miles Old
SHEANOP: Presuming she ain't no Porsche. If she is a Porsche, SHEANOC: She ain't no Chevy.
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