Oh, my little pretty one…
Myyyyy Fiona…
Today could very well be the last full day that I will have my Fiona. And whether or not you want to, we will be taking a stroll down memory lane.
Memory One: I pull up in Tosh Mosh’s driveway with LBG in tow. It is dark but I have to show her off anyway. TM gets in the passenger’s seat and I flip down the driver’s side visor. And it falls off and hits me in the face. (She loves me, she loves me not.)
Memory Two: I show her to Pantera Boy for advice on what her name should be. He names her Fiona…after the prettiest psycho waif there is.
Memory Three: One night, while waiting for Eps to get off of work, Matt, Magic Mike and I sat in the parking lot of Applebee’s. Matt wanted to get his skateboard out of the trunk, so I opened it up. “Holy shit! You could fit people in there!” he says, as he climbs in. Magic Mike and I giggle and slam the trunk. We drive about ten miles, all the while playing a game with Matt to see if he knew where we were. At a stop sign, he figured out how to unlock the trunk from the inside, got out and opened the back door and got in. I swear I peed myself right before I beat the living shit out of him. (How many Asian boys can we fit inside Fiona’s trunk?)
Memory Four: I was driving a stoned MM and Matt all over town one night when the decided to pretend to be stunt men. I finally had to pull over and put them in time out before Matt actually succeeded in climbing out the window of my moving car and onto the roof where he would do a handstand.
Memory Five: We were lost in Tampa with little Sashy drooling all over my pillow in the backseat. The sun was bright and low and J, since he was driving, went to put the visor down and it fell out and hit him in the face. (She loves him, she loves him not.)
I won’t bother you with any more of these, as I am sure most of you have your own memories of her. Please take a moment of silence for my trusty automobile.
R.I.P.
Fiona
Myyyyy Fiona…
Today could very well be the last full day that I will have my Fiona. And whether or not you want to, we will be taking a stroll down memory lane.
Memory One: I pull up in Tosh Mosh’s driveway with LBG in tow. It is dark but I have to show her off anyway. TM gets in the passenger’s seat and I flip down the driver’s side visor. And it falls off and hits me in the face. (She loves me, she loves me not.)
Memory Two: I show her to Pantera Boy for advice on what her name should be. He names her Fiona…after the prettiest psycho waif there is.
Memory Three: One night, while waiting for Eps to get off of work, Matt, Magic Mike and I sat in the parking lot of Applebee’s. Matt wanted to get his skateboard out of the trunk, so I opened it up. “Holy shit! You could fit people in there!” he says, as he climbs in. Magic Mike and I giggle and slam the trunk. We drive about ten miles, all the while playing a game with Matt to see if he knew where we were. At a stop sign, he figured out how to unlock the trunk from the inside, got out and opened the back door and got in. I swear I peed myself right before I beat the living shit out of him. (How many Asian boys can we fit inside Fiona’s trunk?)
Memory Four: I was driving a stoned MM and Matt all over town one night when the decided to pretend to be stunt men. I finally had to pull over and put them in time out before Matt actually succeeded in climbing out the window of my moving car and onto the roof where he would do a handstand.
Memory Five: We were lost in Tampa with little Sashy drooling all over my pillow in the backseat. The sun was bright and low and J, since he was driving, went to put the visor down and it fell out and hit him in the face. (She loves him, she loves him not.)
I won’t bother you with any more of these, as I am sure most of you have your own memories of her. Please take a moment of silence for my trusty automobile.
R.I.P.
Fiona
1997-2005
3 comments:
Well, Ricky, it looks like we will have to find a substitute for her for the drive thru wedding...I know, I know...its a sad day.
YIKES!
Uh huh... driving around topless at a TACO place... come on!!! That's code for pseudo-lesbian making out activities!!!
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