Discussion in 'General Discussion' started by random3434, May 20, 2010.
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Don't you miss a time when cars were honest about being phallic symbols?
big daddy don's?
In my memory my Daddy is bigger, grander, more beautiful than God.
Fuck me, how I still miss that man!
Apropos of nothing in particular, some song lyrics which popped into my mind after opening this thread:
Everybody knows in the second life
we all come back sooner or later
as anything from a pussycat
to a man-eating alligator
Now you all may think my story
is more fiction than it's fact
but believe it or not my mother dear
decided she'd come back
as a car
She's my very own guiding star
a 1928 Porter;
Yes, that's my mother dear.
She helps me through everything I do
and I'm so glad she's here;
My mother the car ....
-- written from memory
Name that show.
Dad knew Billy Vukovich (II) when he hung around the old Kearny Bowl track in Fresno. Billy drove for Aggie Agajanian for a number of years.
My Mother the car. Possibly the worst tv show ever. LOL
Separate names with a comma.