Do I Still have it.
well peter, along with father and step mom (eww, she has quite the hormone problem indeed) decide to buy peter a car....
Father: well you like jeeps right, would you drive one.
peter: well yea obviously, infact could you call patton and have him ship over one of those spiffy, new, state of the art, 1950 military supply transporters.
father: i don't get it?
peter: you didn't get it when the government passed that law about drinking and driving either.
Father: hey, i followed that law.
Peter: yea all the way to the gutter.
Father: well lets go to carmax, browse,.
peter: yea can we go to publix and look for a car, check out wal-marts supply of vehicles, i here that jc-penny has a new shipment, might as well check it out while we are raiding every generic store in 3 mile radius.
Father: what about burdines?
peter: yeah they are over priced, you should probably check your watch, how late is this place open.
Father: well there open till nne obviously.
peter: yea of course cause the establishment is run by vampires, and prostitutes who roam the streets and sell cars; i thought people might go home from time to time, i bet they don't live in the over priced carsr.
peter glides into the store on a wave of sarcasm, while father limps in, and step mom (sadly sucks her dogs penis and caters its every whim. they enter step mom -- who will from no on be known as ugly, parts for the restroom, and all self respecting people part from her due to her sexual amiguity or the odor, peter and father are greeted by some carribean.
caribean loks like immigration missed him, jumped ship in the gulf and prostituted himslef to my presense
caribean: hello man, how can i be of help to you kind sir?
peter: um, where are the cd's? i was thinking of browsing through the latest reggaigh(?) jams, i don't see the swifer jet, can you point me in the right direction? where is the toy section? because i figured i would come to a car dealership in hopes of finding something other than a car, you could probably point me in the direction of them jamiaca, ahh they are in that lot -- so your job is done, good job, haiti.
caribean: excuse me man...
peter: thanks domincan.
father: is he from africa?
peter: no his ancesters are from england. he is from france, didn't you see that germanic nose. he is abviously from bavaria.
step mom returns from the rest room with a scowl on her/his face.
stepmom: there was a man in there.
peter: oh poor guy, that was your reflection. little boy, you saw yourself in the mirror , i know it scared me the first time i saw you too, but i soon was able to look at you without puking no fear.
stepmom: what? i heard him urinating. standing up.
peter: you were looking, trying to check out his penis, for shame. leave the poor guy alone im sure he isn't into your level of transvetite.
father: he probably was one of those cross-dressers, i bet he was a tranny.
peter: do you know him. god dad, you seem to have a basic understanding of this man, did you meet him on the glory hole circuit, is this the paul that i have been hearing about.
the merry crew enters the lot...
caribean: this my sir is a great car.
peter: ah toyota corrola, well yea it is a great car, but i was looking for a model-t, do you have a studabaker, considering this is the 21st century i thought i should buy a car with a max speed under 20 miles an hour.
caribean: it has great gas milleage.
peter: yea hispanic it doesn't really use gas it is 90% foot pedaled. listen ello have any thing that can pass a girlscout on her bike....
blah blah blah ill get a car when i get my liscense
hope you enjoyed
:)
Father: well you like jeeps right, would you drive one.
peter: well yea obviously, infact could you call patton and have him ship over one of those spiffy, new, state of the art, 1950 military supply transporters.
father: i don't get it?
peter: you didn't get it when the government passed that law about drinking and driving either.
Father: hey, i followed that law.
Peter: yea all the way to the gutter.
Father: well lets go to carmax, browse,.
peter: yea can we go to publix and look for a car, check out wal-marts supply of vehicles, i here that jc-penny has a new shipment, might as well check it out while we are raiding every generic store in 3 mile radius.
Father: what about burdines?
peter: yeah they are over priced, you should probably check your watch, how late is this place open.
Father: well there open till nne obviously.
peter: yea of course cause the establishment is run by vampires, and prostitutes who roam the streets and sell cars; i thought people might go home from time to time, i bet they don't live in the over priced carsr.
peter glides into the store on a wave of sarcasm, while father limps in, and step mom (sadly sucks her dogs penis and caters its every whim. they enter step mom -- who will from no on be known as ugly, parts for the restroom, and all self respecting people part from her due to her sexual amiguity or the odor, peter and father are greeted by some carribean.
caribean loks like immigration missed him, jumped ship in the gulf and prostituted himslef to my presense
caribean: hello man, how can i be of help to you kind sir?
peter: um, where are the cd's? i was thinking of browsing through the latest reggaigh(?) jams, i don't see the swifer jet, can you point me in the right direction? where is the toy section? because i figured i would come to a car dealership in hopes of finding something other than a car, you could probably point me in the direction of them jamiaca, ahh they are in that lot -- so your job is done, good job, haiti.
caribean: excuse me man...
peter: thanks domincan.
father: is he from africa?
peter: no his ancesters are from england. he is from france, didn't you see that germanic nose. he is abviously from bavaria.
step mom returns from the rest room with a scowl on her/his face.
stepmom: there was a man in there.
peter: oh poor guy, that was your reflection. little boy, you saw yourself in the mirror , i know it scared me the first time i saw you too, but i soon was able to look at you without puking no fear.
stepmom: what? i heard him urinating. standing up.
peter: you were looking, trying to check out his penis, for shame. leave the poor guy alone im sure he isn't into your level of transvetite.
father: he probably was one of those cross-dressers, i bet he was a tranny.
peter: do you know him. god dad, you seem to have a basic understanding of this man, did you meet him on the glory hole circuit, is this the paul that i have been hearing about.
the merry crew enters the lot...
caribean: this my sir is a great car.
peter: ah toyota corrola, well yea it is a great car, but i was looking for a model-t, do you have a studabaker, considering this is the 21st century i thought i should buy a car with a max speed under 20 miles an hour.
caribean: it has great gas milleage.
peter: yea hispanic it doesn't really use gas it is 90% foot pedaled. listen ello have any thing that can pass a girlscout on her bike....
blah blah blah ill get a car when i get my liscense
hope you enjoyed
:)