Ya'll quit hawgpillin' G-3. He's running a pad hull, you gewbers are all running mod Vs. And we all know a speedometer ain't never fibbed besides that.

ES - I'm tired of running around in a chick car.

Mrs. ES - Well take your truck then.

ES - Can't. It's itty bitty and all the guys will make fun of me.

Mrs. ES - Well take my Murano then.

ES - Can't. Besides, I can't seem to cover up the smell of your perfume with my Axe.

Mrs. ES - You don't like my perfume buddy boy?

ES - No, No Honey. It's just that the guys will know.

Mrs. ES - Well obviously, you need to get you a He-Man truck then. Very well. You have my permission.

ES - Jeepers honey, your swell. I know just what I want too. A big ole honkin manly pathfinder. That'll show those bullies down at the boat ramp. They'll see me pull up with that belching 6 cylinder and that'll shut 'em up for sure this time.

Mrs. ES - Whatever...now fetch me my slippers and some chocolate, slave.


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