My New Royal Chariot.
I have decided that I need another car.
Yeah I know my 'Stang is still tight, gas prices are too high, I dont even own a house, blah, blah, blah, K-M-A, so what. But I just watched The Italian Job (albeit by force), and I have come to a royal executive decision.
I need a Mini Cooper.
There is no way to talk me out of it, no room for negotiation, or back talk. I will silence thee, and all peasants who continue to try and convince me that I don't need a Mini Cooper will be executed by my crackhead henchmen posted up on the corner across the street who pledge unconditional loyalty to me and my booty shorts. The Neighborhood Queen has spoken. You have been warned, that is all.
Now back to something wayyyy more important than everything: the macaroni. I'm out.
posted by MiniMee at 4:55:00 PM
2 Comments:
This entry alone warrants you the right to get a mini-Cooper.
"I will silence thee, and all peasants who continue to try and convince me that I don't need a Mini Cooper will be executed by my crackhead henchmen posted up on the corner across the street who pledge unconditional loyalty to me and my booty shorts."With that line, you deserve any car you want. Girl you had me dying over here...
TheDamnDiva
Thank you dear Diva. Now if everyone else can see it our way, I will be swerving around in my navy blue Mini Cooper around the CPT in no time. The Queen salutes you, LMAO!
~The HBIC
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