CG, you couldn’t have come along at a better time. Last episode, we visited the uber-lame JB, who thought that a little extra work on his pl8 was necessary. But you found the answer! The space! You aren’t CGS at all, are you! My lord, you’re CG!
And, given the CAT you pilot, my supposition is that you hold the rank of barrister! Do I spy a wig on the backseat, awaiting your time in chambers?
On the one hand, you kept that classic pretty stock. Can’t complain about that. Maybe a little license plate frame, sure, but none of the super-pimpy gold coatings for your Benz logo. So you get some credit.
But, come on. The apostrophe? Are you out of your mind with false pride? JB, if only we had an R in the house we could rearrange a bit and have JB’S LSR – and, no, that’s no for laser. And, no, that’s not possessive either.
JB, you could have had it so good! You could have kept the BOZO guessing here – is he JB? Or JBS? Hmm. Huh. Works both ways. Interesting. Ponder.
But, no. You had to whip out the black nail polish and take matters into your own hands. For shame!
Who says Orange County has no history? Here’s proof that history has, at least, been driven over the border. How will all of the Maclaren’s react to this classic in their midst? Will a Spyder roar by enviously? Hmm . . . I’m thinking I’ve got a great script idea for a Cars 2. Pixar: call me!
OChistory
OK, yeah, there’s a LameFrame here, but you gotta give Nick props for keeping his car in orig condition – down to the peeling paint. Bet those vinyl seats really stick to the exposed flesh from your Daisy Duke’s come summer!
Do I spy a Beemski in the driveway?
Invading driveways in his (or her!) native Newport, Holmes is on a postman-style shooting spree. Look at this beauty!
Now, I’ve been know to park my sta-way facing out, but that’s to unload my hatch into the kitchen. Me thinks DAD is just trying to say to the ladays “I’m a Dad, so I’m safe, but I drives a BEEMER, so my middle name is Daynger!”
Yeah. Keep working there, 3-series.
myOChomie say "MBZ4MOM?"
I guess I’d rather see Jack spelled like this than those other great alternates like Jaxson and Mykul. But I’m hoping Jacques was just trying to respect the seven character rule here. If you think about it, license plates are like a super-short Twitter, really. So Jake is ready to Tweet!
OK, so where do you think you’d find such a LEX? Is it an SUV? Yes! Is it a Hybrid? No! Is it shiny? Yes! That means OC baby!
And what does the OC mean? It meanz myOChomie!
myOChomie say "what do Gille drive?"
Yes, yes, my loyal and ardent fans have almost given up on me, their uber-blogger. But I’m back! And I’m back, thanks to a guy down in the OC who’s proving to me that the OC makes LA look like chump change – at least in regards to the only metric that counts: B4B playtz!
So, Lily, you get picked on for more than just your gleaming, massive, BP-sucking road macheen. No, not your cash-cred Fletcher Jones, or even the fact that this is no lowly Vegas FJ outlet, but the Newport bastion of status. It’s just that, as unluck would have it, a pic of your self-and-car obsession landed in my inbox this morning under the title “Flower Power” and, well, the temptation was to great, because the contrast was too distinct between the 60s ideal and your 2010 reality.
You can probably cling to a little Janis Joplin here to explain your actions, but really, when did anyone really take her seriously?
Let’s all just hope that this whole deal was a guilt payment from your married, bald boyfriend, OK?
MB4LILY