I can hide a body in her trunk…
Her heart has Variable valve timing
I’m going to give her Direct Injection
She’s slow
Somehow, she’s always stuffed…
Gave her a twin screw bolt on last night.
It’s always so hot inside of her.
She shines when she’s waxed
I like the smell of her exhaust…
Oookay, that was weird.
Duuude, you just crossed the limit.
Well…
She crossed the red line limit, and her engine exploded
… actually no, that one’s rubbish, ignore it.
Her heart beats up to 7000 times a minute but she doesn’t need a doctor.
Well, better would be “I crossed her limit and she blew on me”, but that’s something you CAN say about both your car and girlfriend
I like to cross limits…
I’d say “Elle m’a fait le coup de la panne.”, meaning the car has broken down.
That’s a very frenchy expression meaning I’m the passenger and he/she faked the car failing, so that [size=50]you know, we’re all alone, trapped in this car for the night, so…[/size]
I just love to rub those ‘‘headlights’’.
Wax on, wax off.
Loves Meth
I only have to use my right foot to make her roar
I think I broke her clutch
I shut her down