My dad actually talked me into getting a Grand Marquis Ls. I love it! It has a lot of room and powerful V8. I like the bench seats. Just a super comfortable ride. People give me shit about it and say I should be in something more sporty. I could care less what they think I love it.
A Mercury is a real good car.
That was the car I was driving that day. I owned a lot of cars, yeah, different kinds. A lot of different kinds of cars.
She was standing, this girl on the side of the street by this chicken stand. Not the Colonel's, a different chicken stand. I pulled the Mercury up alongside and rolled down the window by electric power. She had this leather skirt on and she had a lot of hair on her arms. I like that, it means a big bush, which I like. She says, "Are you dating? I said, "Sure". So she gets in and we pull off into this remote location comfortable for both of us. She says, "How much do you want to spend? I said, "Enough to see your bush. I know it's big. "She says, "$20."
That's not chicken feed to a working man, I produce the $20 and she sticks it in her shoe. She pulls up her skirt and there before me is a thin, crooked, uncircumcised penis.
You can imagine how bad I wanted my $20 back.
