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Ugh, enough with the pains and agony and Astrology and well space nuts! That's it, I need some raw, so, feeling frisky today and after being barraged by several extremely loud women, (as they were screaming in my ear) I wanted to ask the Peak Muscler's, "what's the smallest car you almost had sex in?" Don't hold back! I'll start, it was a tangerine 1973 914 Porsche. I was lean and mean (near the surf/shark photo I posted). She was a cheer leader just after a game and insisted I give her a ride for pizza with the gang in my Porsche. "No problem, right this way!" Near the shop but not ready to go in, we meandered toward the community center parking lot. After a bit we were ready to shift gears.
As I maneuvered across the console and kneeled in front (the windows were fogged up) but out the corner of my eye I noticed the parked car moving next to us. "That's funny," I thought, "didn't hear the engine start, hmmm... oh well, back to business." Just then, as I turned to her, we reached out and then BAM#%!!! "Jesus who hit me," I said? Got out of the car and here I bumped the shifter out of gear and we rolled and smashed my fender against the guardrail, damn! Knee's immediately locked... Voice took a high, squeaky tone, "Just pizza please..." Hmmm... Later, as I approached the counter I asked, "May I have some cold slices please, grrr!" True story... what's yours?
