Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Woman is Like a Gas Tank

Some are large, and can retain up to 17.5 gallons at anyone time.

Others are whores, you constantly find yourself pumping and ramming them with the nozzle, its like the can’t get enough of it.

Others are gold-diggers, you keep putting money into them and they never seem to work.

Others are petite, economical, and all around great, but you would never let your friends see you behind the wheel of it.

Some you’ve been with since high school, you know them inside and out; They whine a lot and you know you argue all the time, but you just can’t get rid of them.

Others are handy-downs from friends; ones they have used and abused and now pass it of to you to practice on.

Some like it rough and beg to be floored and mistreated, while others stall, stator, and grumble anytime you try to leave the parking lot.

Some like it rough and don’t mind a little bump now and them, while others stator, stall, bitch and moan; and if you scratch it the doors fall off.

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