You don’t wanna get mixed up with a dame like me…

So yesterday, I was kidnapped by that vixen with a camera, Viva Van Story and we raised hell all day long. By 1 o’clock, we were riding around in a bullet strewn vintage hotrod with Paul at the wheel, and Viva and I with the tommy gun and the 9mm beretta. It was a day a girl dreams of. You know, sailing along the open road in an old classic car riddled with bullet holes. *sigh*
The day also included old coca cola machines, a vintage bumper car, a garage full of sweet ol’ hotrods and then some, peanut butter sandwiches, old one-car bridges (“It’s OUR turn!”), and leopard interiors – need I say more?
Oh, yeah…how bout, a little spin the bottle?
Be careful…I kiss with my fists.
*smack!*
xxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxox