I woke up this morning with 2 thoughts:
1) I love big American cars. I know I'm supposed to hate them. They are evil. I'm borrowing a beautiful big lounge of a car right now, and I love it in a way that is obsessive and sick. When I'm driving I feel like I'm sitting on a big comfy couch. I like the way it seems to just float over the pavement. Ahhhh...
2) I am old and out of shape. One has to move one's ass in order to be in shape. One does not get much exercise riding around in a big American car.
1 comment:
Aggie, you compliment fisher, you're not out of shape.
Maybe you'd benefit from some exercise like the rest of us, but your shape is just fine.
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