Sing it...there's a girl in a flat bed Ford slowin down to take a look at me. She ain't wearin nothin on the top floppin round for all us to see...
Good Lord ... WTF is wrong with people?? GC would be just as surprised (and probably MUCH happier with me) if I simply left my shirt on until I got to the house. LOL
I used to ride on the back of my skuzooki with my lady friend driving.
If she had gone topless, you might be calling me ole one eye.
Or cyclops.
Or the guy that caused the FDA to outlaw boobies.
If she had gone topless, you might be calling me ole one eye.
Or cyclops.
Or the guy that caused the FDA to outlaw boobies.
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She looked better when it was drunk out.
It would certainly be distracting!!!!
Other than wrecking and eluding, WTF is wrong with her intentions? Yeah, she should have kept the shirt on until getting there, but I'd imagine its pretty "cool" to have the girls floating in the wind.
Was this a convertible?
Was this a convertible?
Nope, a truck like mine.
Okay, thread hijack to be sure, but since it involves boobs, cars, cops, and guns, I think it fits. Many, many years ago, I'm out in the country with a girl, parked, in my car, with a pistol-gripped Mossberg M-500 laying on the dash for protection from whatever's out there in the country, and both our clothes half off. Along comes a sheriff's deputy and he shines his spotlight into the car, then he pulls over. My first thought is that shotgun on the dash. I grab the first thing I can find, which is her shirt (and bless her heart, that girl never wore a bra), which I then arrranged over the shotgun to hide it from the deputy's view. She, meanwhile, is looking for something to cover her boobs, as the deputy is now approaching her side of the car with his flashlight, so she grabs her shirt, naturally enough, and starts trying to put it on. I ripped it out of her hands, to her utter dismay, and threw it back over the shotgun. "What the fu...", she began. "The frickin' shotgun!", I hissed. The deputy is close now, so she covers herself with her arms, and we wait. Well, bless her again, she had more than a couple of handfuls, and it was a close run thing for her to cover her things. The deputy asks a few questions, staring at her chest all the while, but I'm sweating bullets (or maybe shotgun shells) since my second, frenzied attempt at throwing her shirt over the shotgun has left the pistol grip exposed. He never sees it (at least I think he didn't), and after another long look at her partially exposed chest, he tells us to get dressed and get going, which we did. I fully expected him to come after us, as I was afraid he'd have one of those moments when he asked himself, "Hey, what was that thing on the dash?,"; but, he didn't, and on our way we went.
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