Friday, April 3, 2009

Dirty Slag

I think it is time for me to come clean.

Whoa. This is really hard for me.


I did something really stupid a few months ago.

Sigh.

I got tangled up with this crazy bitch and now I’m kinda stuck with her.

I know… I know… What were you thinking, Six?


I’m not so sure. I was kinda desperate. I mean, my old girl ran out on me at the gas station one night, right into the arms of a mechanic (I hea
r he is really good with his hands). I just couldn’t afford to give her what she needed. Now I hear she’s moved on again, has shacked up with someone else, and she is feeling like a million bucks.

I was depressed and desperate, so I took the first thing to come along.

What do you want from me?
I needed someone who could give me what I needed. The wife has been real busy lately and we are moving in opposite directions, particularly in the morning and just before dinner, when I need it most.


So I swooped in on this old girl, out of sheer desperation. I mean, I wasn’t even attracted to her.

She’s was cheap and boy did she smell, particularly in some of the more hard-to-reach places. She’s a big girl… Not huge, but big… She’s kinda manly, ya know? She has a tattoo of my favorite sports team, but it’s all faded and worn and after a couple of rides, it was clear that I was not the first. Uh-uh, this bitch has been around the block and, I mean, I’m cool with that, but she has got a LOT of miles on her and you can tell -- she’s all bruised up, her headlights are crooked, and her innards hang out.


Now, don’t get me wrong, she gets me where I want to go and I DO have fun with her. She makes a LOT of noise (a quality I like in my girls) and she can go! I mean, you can pump her REALLY hard and she fucking takes it and responds with POWER. But alas, I don’t see her lasting very long... She’s pretty old.

Yet, I am still embarrassed to be seen with her and I don’t even know her name.
I don’t want to.

I really have nowhere else to go, though.
So, I’m stuck.

She’s a big old mess and she’s all mine, until the next one comes along.






5 comments:

Anonymous Blogger said...

You definitely have a way with words! I am a laughin' out loud!!
Good luck with her. And it is NOT about the car, it is about who is inside of it...
:-)

Lilly said...

I have definitely heard that mechanics are good with their hands. In fact, it's something I'm counting on....

Takin a page outta Wowzers book with this post, eh? ;)

6FM said...

@Anonymous: Oh... I LIKE that one. I'm gonna use it the next time some asshole at work makes fun of my car! :)

@Lilly: Speaking of stealing things -- good catch Lilly girl. :P

Wow, that was awkward said...

Ha! Obviously I love this blog. Does she have junk in her trunk?

Moondancer said...

Hmmmm, I have one too, his name is Elmo:-)