Fluids....

…. This morning finds The Missus and I skirting northwards to Knoxville….. it’s time (after 15,000 miles) for Sylvia to have all of her various juices measured, changed, and refilled by the tender hands of the Audi dealership’s elegantly-smocked technicians….

… and as glorious fate would have it, there is an excellent chop-house just across Kingston Pike from the dealership that specializes in lamb chops & steaks… so while my little white buggy is getting her servicing, I hope to enjoy the flame-kissed flesh of a few baby mammals while I wait….

… it’s funny, really….. while Sylvia is having her needs attended to and her necessary fluids checked, I will be 100 yards away doing pretty much the same thing…. except with mint sauce, Newcastle ale, and grease instead of engine oil & windshield cleaner….

… I wonder what it all means when viewed through the lens of this post?....

by Eric on August 24, 2007 | Bullshit (4) | TrackBack (0) | Blogging
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I reckon it just means if you got the where-with-all to drive a beautiful high tech vehicle than you can buy and drive one if you so desire. I also figure that being the redneck I am I just couldn't use an Audi all that much..not enough room for the dawgs and I would have a tough time hauling a load of cow manure in it...

Bullshitted by GUYK on August 24, 2007 11:41 AM

I drive a red Element. Does that make me a douchebag, or does that make me cool? I don't give a fuck.

But that happy red color puts me in mind of a nice, rare beefsteak. If we drive what we eat, make my next car a bone-in ribeye.

Bullshitted by Elisson on August 24, 2007 03:59 PM

OK, this is funny: While minivans make men wistful for fast women and salad days, they evoke a primal anger in women. Whenever you see a chick in a Dodge Caravan with three cigarettes in one hand, four cups of coffee in the other hand and five kids in the back as she hollers at their reflections in the rearview mirror and travels 75 mph down Pleasant Valley Road toward ParmaTown Mall, get the hell out of her way - particularly if the front end is dinged.

This is me without the cigarettes, the coffee or the five kids. Just three...thank.you.very.much. And my front end isn't dinged, oh wait. Yes it is. That accident with the garage wall. Damn kids.

Bullshitted by Bou on August 24, 2007 05:37 PM

Hey, this episode could end up on YouLube! Get it?

Parma???!!!

Bullshitted by Cappy on August 24, 2007 06:39 PM