Location, location

I went to a Robert's Obese Male Child Restraunt (Bob's Big Boy) with Natalie and Ryan for dinner and a car show.

We circled the lot and Ryan revved the engine multiple times, asserting that we had a virile male in the car. A car-revving, virile male.

Many other parking-desirous and virile males revved their own engines as a tribute to the collective manhood. There wasn't much by the way of parking, so we revved the car and went for a last loop just in case.

Finally, as the smutty air (which came as a natural byproduct of so much testosterone in one place) began to settle in an almost visible fog layer inside the car, there was a magic- almost mystical- moment. A parking spot!

Naturally the car revved, claiming its territory, and slid into the almost-but-not-really-legal spot. Dissapointed cars sped past and revved in order to hide any bruised manhoods at the loss of such prime digs.

We waded through the thick air and, choking on the smoggy morass, moved to the side as a car revved wildly and exited.

As we moved out of the way I looked up at the adjacent building:

"Everwood Retirement Home"



Lovely, innit?





ps. It didn't really smell that bad. It just smelled like you would expect a car show to smell. It's just an effect, dude.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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