I loves me a good car ride.
The best trips are the ones with the old man driving his chick truck, and me in the suicide seat rubbing my anal glands clean. With my window rolled down, I gawk at the strangers that adorn our city streets. I don’t say anything. I don’t need to. They’re drawn to me like maggots to rotting meat.
Fingers point at me, heads turn and steps are taken in my direction. They’re all mesmerized by my cuteness. Can’t blame them, even at those times when I haven’t bathed for a month. But that’s life in the limelight. Don’t worry I can take it.
Maybe the old man will take me for a ride today. To Sonic for a corny dog would be grand.
Speaking of food, Grandpa Mike, where the hell are my pork ears?
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