My Mates Car
My Mate’s Car
It’s a limousine Cadillac with all the luxuries you would want. Check it out as he drives past. He has electric windows for hot July days. A digital stereo to blare his metal music out on front and back speakers, buck the old people! With a sunroof to chill with when out with his itch. When the sun dies darkness falls, ok! Got front fog lamps to dazzle other drivers. Baked up by levelling headlamps aimed rite into their eyes! With an adjustable steering wheel that gives enough room for his itch to fit snugly between his eggs to fix his rock. His doors are secure with central looking so no cop can stop the illegal act. What a machine!
Copyright © Nick Armbrister Jimmy Boom Semtex | Year Posted 2015
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