Re: Manhood

Oh sure, I can hear the conversation now:

FElony: "Wanna drive my machine, baby?"

Miss Demeanor: "Groovy! Let's check it out. Hey, how come the front seats are one piece?"

FElony: "It's called a bench seat, sweetness. I put that in there just for you [cough] so you can perch your pretty little bunsies closer to me. OK, now pump the pedal twice and turn the key."

Miss Demeanor: "Oh my goshkins! How come it's so loud in here?"

FElony: "I left the sound deadener out. Useless weight. Now let's pull it out to the street, kittycakes."

Miss Demeanor: "Darn it, I can't turn the wheel, and the brake pedal doesn't work."

FElony: "No power assist. There's a reason "manual" begins with MAN, honeynips."

Miss Demeanor: "OK, tough guy, where do I plug my new toy in?"

FElony: "What? Don't tell me you went through another pack of C cell Energizers!"

Miss Demeanor: "Not that toy, silly. My iPod."

FElony: "Sorry, cuddles, no sound system. Dead weight, just like the heater and A/C system. Besides, who needs speakers when you have right and left-hand Dynomax mufflers?"

Miss Demeanor: "FElony, you are a selfish, good-for-nothing, power-crazed, son of a beach macho pig!"

FElony: "Well, if you're gonna get into foreplay, let's just check out the back seat instead..."