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i read this and had to share it.
now be honest and say who all spit something out their nose on that one while reading it. :lol:
Course, I never let anyone eat or drink or smoke ANYTHING in my convertible. It's just too nice and I spent WAY too much money on having the interior done. Almost never.
My son and I were out cruising to a swap meet last Saturday--way over on the rich part of town and we both got really hungry in the early afternoon having had nothing to eat all day. We stopped a a MacDonalds, and since it was too cold out to eat outside, and I didn't want to leave the car in the lot with those little skinny parking spots, he talked me into being careful with lots of napkins and eating in the car.
We were all spread out there with ketsup on the tin foil and lots of paper towels just bitin' into a big ole juicy burger. There was a grassy area in front of the car and while I was on about the third bite, this ole lady was walking her dog (a standard poodle wearing a really obnoxious red sweater) and the dog sort of smiled at us and then hunched over right in front of the car to do his business. About three feet from my hood ornament--mind you!
Well sir, this was more than I could stand while eating, so I quite reactively reached up and layed on the horn.
The poor ole dog sucked everthing up and both him and the old lady jumped about two feet in the air when the 12 volts hit that pair of old horns under the hood, and by the time they came down they were both staring at us with a looks that would kill.
Travis absolutely blew chunks of french fries and Coca cola through his nose, all over my custom dash and windshield.
He has had to clean (wash, rinse, wax, detoxify, and Armeral every crack and orfice with cutips twice now...ds
My son and I were out cruising to a swap meet last Saturday--way over on the rich part of town and we both got really hungry in the early afternoon having had nothing to eat all day. We stopped a a MacDonalds, and since it was too cold out to eat outside, and I didn't want to leave the car in the lot with those little skinny parking spots, he talked me into being careful with lots of napkins and eating in the car.
We were all spread out there with ketsup on the tin foil and lots of paper towels just bitin' into a big ole juicy burger. There was a grassy area in front of the car and while I was on about the third bite, this ole lady was walking her dog (a standard poodle wearing a really obnoxious red sweater) and the dog sort of smiled at us and then hunched over right in front of the car to do his business. About three feet from my hood ornament--mind you!
Well sir, this was more than I could stand while eating, so I quite reactively reached up and layed on the horn.
The poor ole dog sucked everthing up and both him and the old lady jumped about two feet in the air when the 12 volts hit that pair of old horns under the hood, and by the time they came down they were both staring at us with a looks that would kill.
Travis absolutely blew chunks of french fries and Coca cola through his nose, all over my custom dash and windshield.
He has had to clean (wash, rinse, wax, detoxify, and Armeral every crack and orfice with cutips twice now...ds
now be honest and say who all spit something out their nose on that one while reading it. :lol:
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