Frank drove a silver car.A BMW the company

Frank drove a silver car.A BMW the company lent him.The day he had to return it was one hell of a day...sad memories.All because
he'd forgotten that after he killed his wife and carved her heart into the shape of a key, he'd put it that magnetic key holder thingy under the company car. The silver BMW
kept driving him to health food stores and plant nurseries instead of McDonald's and Lucky Larry's 100% Nude Cabaret, like he wanted to. It was as if his dead wife WAS the car.
It'd explain why his car bumped into other cars in a jealous rage. "Aw, I was looking at that 2012 BMW," he moaned as the sun guard flew into place. "She's too young for you," said
the used car salesman. "What you need is this aging beauty over here, and I'll tell you why..." My eyes glazed over then. I was still thinking of that sweet, cherry red M6.
God it would look good on my mantle piece. Of course i'd have to have the living room, probably the whole house, expanded to fit it there. "I'll take the BMW M6, in red." I told th
e gun dealer, as he blasted "I Want To Break Free" by Queen into his jukebox. He got the red BMW M6 and handed it to him, grinning. "I know what you kids do," he smirked.
"you go where you can buy fake ids and then morph into some chromoplated adult and buy vodka." Freddie Mercury was laughing out loud upon learning Queen was so influential on youth
alcoholism, but he was dead and didn't have to face the consequences. The Mighty Morphine Power Rangers all had metal bodies and were not threatened by anything but rust at this
juncture. Ah, but one day even they, the Mighty Morphine Power Rangers, were to die, as all good things must come to an end. Ashes to ashes, and rust to rust. And me.

Started: 2012-04-08 12:08:50
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