Hubcaps hate me. Not only have I spent over $150 on hubcabs in the matter of three weeks, but now I am down to two...one actually on my wheel and one in my backseat, broken. Let's face it: MY CAR IS WHITE TRASH!! Not only has it been raped, by being stolen by some punk kid, I am sure, but now it has one shiny hubcap spinning it's way to the top of the dean's list of the "What the Hell are You Driving?" Club.
Violated. I have been violated. Not only by the forced relationship my car, Gem, had with her thief, but violated on the grounds that I can't look anything but trashy on the road. I consider myself to be respectable and even, dare I say, not socially awkward, even fashionable at times. When I get into my car, later Snit, and hello Stella, the nail lady missing teeth and hair two sizes bigger than her head living in the trailorpark.
Just call me Stella.
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3 comments:
bahahahaha! I giggled out loud. Stella you kill me.
What? How could your car have an incestuous relationship with that thief? Was the thief her sibling, parent or offspring? Cousin? I don't get it.
And, I happen to LIKE you as Stella.
I give up! YOU are still funny in 2008!!!!
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