Nyah. Smart-ass. I didn’t say there was one! Except maybe for the guy who we do eventually marry.
Har.
I was glad you said this…
…because earlier, when you said this…
…I said to myself, “Yes! Her momma raised her right.”
La Gasolina* came out and was on the radio pretty much 20/7 (the other 4/7 being ads) when I was in Costa Rica. I asked one of the local guys what it was about, to verify I’d understood it correctly. He said that yes, it’s about chicks who rate you based only on what car you have. I said “so, they’ll only go out with you if you have an expensive car or if you’re a foreigner?” “sigh yeah” “and these are the same chicks who always choose the sorriest-looking guy in a group of foreigners, thinking he’s the one most likely to fall for some pussy and take them abroad to a life of daily manicures” “
yeah :D” “riiiiiiiite :rolleyes:”
- for those of you who haven’t enjoyed the lyrics, the booty girls repeat the line “give me more gasoline, give me more gasoline” and occasionally say “oh daddy, give me more gasoline”
I would tend to think that quality girls would be interested in things such as nicer clothes, hygiene, or their partner’s upkeep. It is not shallow to care about how a prospective mate takes care of themselves. It is silly to think that a man is after quantity rather than quality if he wears a nice polo (or what have you) instead of some stained undershirt.
Regarding “Joe”, it is highly likely that his new car will get him laid quite a bit. Hell, he is probably getting laid frequently off his looks alone. The OP is testament to this face, since it seems likely phouka would have been ready to pursue a further relationship if he had shown any interest in her (and kept his mouth shut). There are many girls that are not near as discriminating as that.
Well I’m a slut, and a cute little slut at that, but I don’t give a flighting fuck what somebodes drives. He could take the bus as long as he comes home and screws my brains out. I don’t get this car thing at all.
I love that song. It was on all the time on the like half dozen Reggaeton stations there were in Puerto Rico when I was there. I totally got into Reggaeton down in PR. It probably helps that I could only partially understand the words. The beats are better than most mainstream hip hop and at least they make their own music rather than pulling a P. Diddy and looping some famous clip over stale beats.
Anaamika I know it’s fun to fantasize as though women aren’t going to marry this guy, but I bet he’ll get married, possibly even several times.
Arnold Palmer.
You’re probably right. But not girls like me.
Then again, I wouldn’t sleep with someone because of their car, anyway. Not that I don’t have my shallow reasons for sleeping with someone! Just material possessions don’t do it for me.
I totally would, if some hot chick drove up in an Aston Martin, I’d say, “You had me at vroom vroom.”
How much for A Flock of Seagulls?
Isn’t that like the reverse of his daughter Rosy?
I mean, I don’t understand the appeal. Who would get off by watching someone abstain from masturbation?
You mean Tiger Woods? 
You Racist!
If it’s racist to watch Arnold Palmer porn, then I don’t want to be right.
Please join me in the campaign to eradicate this word from our language, instead of slut, whore or even easy, please substitute the word “friendly.”
It is a much happier, upbeat way of describing yourself. Think of yourself as friendly, who is willing to help a lot of lonely men be not so lonely.
FWIW, I never got the car thing either.
Hold your fire, boys… we’ve got a lot of friendlies down there!
So, when’s the next bus to your neighborhood? 
J’irai tout suite!
At least wait until you’ve closed the door behind your little Japanese sweetheart, Auto. This is classless! :dubious:
That thing was all over here too. Made me want to strike a match. :mad:
Burn baby, burn!
OK, so it was interracial porn. I like that kind too.