Rodney
We’ve ordered a red Suzuki Swift. For what we were willing to pay, it’s just about the only car that I won’t look like a prick in. And yes, I realise that the Swift isn’t really swift. It’s, at best, languid. But at least it’s got more horsepower than a Picanto. Actually, a shopping cart has more horsepower than a Picanto.
Anyway, since it’s a not-so-swift Swift, we’re gonna call it “Rodney”. Don’t ask me why. It just feels like one. You know… short, slightly tubby and with huge booming voice. Or something like that.
One more thing. Rodney will be a weekend car. Which means that you’ll still find me sulking on the train with my face in someone’s armpit. Gah.
Anyway, since it’s a not-so-swift Swift, we’re gonna call it “Rodney”. Don’t ask me why. It just feels like one. You know… short, slightly tubby and with huge booming voice. Or something like that.
One more thing. Rodney will be a weekend car. Which means that you’ll still find me sulking on the train with my face in someone’s armpit. Gah.
3 Comments:
its gay-ish rodney... O.O
It's not gay! Ish or no ish. It's just pure man love for his machine. Well, actually, it's his family's machine but let's not get into technicalities.
So you can say you ride the Rod every weekend.
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