oh, dear nessie...
struck down in your silvery years, drug off unceremoniously to meet your doomiest doom in the junk yard! if only your enemy had not been on his teeny tiny cell phone, you might not have been smashed to tiny bits. but you were, and we were sad, so we went home to watch some espin, looking for a little light football, but only demolition derby was on...and it only made me sadderer!
how i miss your quality leather-plush interior...how i feel cut off from the rosy sun without a window to the stars! how music will never be the same without your premium sound system, even if the cd player had broked, nor will my body temperature without your climate control system and duel airbags.
you carried me from hither to thither without much further ado. but alas, i am left only with fred's dump, barely wobbling to and fro in its final throes.
oh for the daiye when again, i will meet you in our happy heaven above! i know you were a little bulimic, but at least reading minds can come in handy in a paradise full of strange people.
until we meet again!
