My car is the champion of all snow.
It may only look like an old Cabriolet whose hood is only connected to the car by bungee cords, but it is such a baller. Last week everyone decided to let people drive to work in like 8 inches of snow and no one to plow it off the high-way or State street or anything. People were going like 20 mph and their cars were on the sides of all the streets and people were slippy-dipping every where, but 'ol Red just kept plugging along and got me to the hospital (to get my blood drawn) in like 2 hours. Dang.
Waiting in line for the Buffalo Bill ride in Primm, Nevada. I look astonishingly happy for just having lost like $80 in the slots... This was the day after Kathryn and Jake's wedding and I am still wearing the dress...I'm pretty sure I slept in that... And is it just me, or is Regan really handsome even with a goofy look on his face.... I think we were holding hands in this picture. Or I was grabbing bis butt. We should date.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Music is my Boyfriend
Posted by Stooph at 7:07 PM
Labels: General Hotness, snow
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2 comments:
yes and i was there to witness the event of the hood flying up in the air of that fine piece of machinery. i think you and that boy should date.
Good old red. Oh- I decided that you look good no matter what you do to your hair. You are so lucky.
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