A Honda story...

So once again it's Saturday night, and being that I'm married I have nothing better to do than start another off topic thread!

So here's the idea:

This thread will be a running story that we can all contribute to. Your contribution should be a continuation of what others have added and can be in the form of a one liner, a limerick, a poem, or (most likely) a paragraph of senseless jibberish.


Have fun!

I once bought a car with a stinky back seat.
The smell was so foul, it was worse than my feet...

it was so horrid..
it made me toss what i was about to eat

I took it to the dealer and they had to retreat.
One guy said, "it smells like rotten meat"!...

then we both laughed and said "you said meat"

We chuckled and giggled at the smell of defeat.
But what will we do about the stinky back seat?

To clean it and dry it will be a feat none the less.
But did I happen to mention I'm wearing a dress!

no you didn't mention the dress
so i turned and puked into my vest.

Yes, this is a dress that I found in the trunk.
My regular clothes were all covered in gunk.

I'm sorry my dress made you puke in your vest.
But today is Monday, so I must look my best.

I made the mistake of sitting in back.
Next thing I knew my clothes were covered in black!

So if I don't get to work soon I'll be in big trouble.
Should I put on some make-up to cover the stubble?

If you are covering stubble
And wearing a dress,
Then more thanyour car
Is in a mess.

For the backseat, just burn it.
That solution is simple.
For the stubble, I don't think
Makeup covers more than a pimple.

That solution is better found
With a cordless razor in hand.
And then the drive to work
Wouldn't be so bland!