It's yellow, v6, automatic. I was giving him road head and he was getting sloppy with the steering wheel and to my surprise the car was still going in a straight line! It must be like, amazing, or something or the great way ford designed it back in the late 70s.

And then we went and saw a Cinderella story at the drive in.

Coming home he wanted to go over 35mph so I had to put on my bonnet so my hair wouldn't get fluffled up.

Then we were cut off by a 1980 Crown Vic but I think it wasn't her fault--as the car was just accelerating on its own--we wanted to follow it but we couldn't keep up.

And to end it all I brought him back home to meet my parents and my mom told him his car was effetimate.

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