my mom is bribing me to get my drivers liscense.
She knows my kryptonite too. She says she will buy me a vespa for my birthday if i get the damn thing. a vespa. A nice, new shiny one. I could go back to the Arlen Ness mueseum and pick any one i liked.
and a vespa would be good you know. I wouldnt be able to hurt anyone else on one. i would just be a danger to myself and thats fine by me.
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