New Rides

You look at Jennie's car. I wish that was my car, and Jenny drove a beat up, rusty Gremlin with no working air conditioning.

You look outside and see Jennie's "new" car:

"Debbie getting pizza for dinner tonight, right?" you say as you take your keys from your pocket and noticed the Chevy key next to your house key.

"How the hell should I know?" says Jennie. "I have to work tonight."

Jennie was a hostess at a popular new Italian restaurant. I wish that while Jennie is at work tonight, her butthole itches her entire shift. "Well, have fun at work," you tell her.

"Fuck off. Some of us can't mooch off our step-moms, and get an awesome ride from our dads. Can't believe you drive that, while I have to drive that piece of crap!" She walks over drops the plate off eggs on the kitchen table and goes back to her work-out.