Happy Birthday to Me My Car

2006 Ford Mustang
do me baby. I mean “do me because I drive this baby.”

365 days later and I am still waiting for the Enzyte effect. I love her anyway. I am not that big into naming cars, but if I were, she might bear the name of my favorite hot fiery red-headed babe who is not married to 8, and is not Shirley Manson. After all, the color and indeed the model choice is not completely unrelated.

Kiss my ass, “Eleanor.” You are old and busted.

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