(Which one?!)

Alright. Here’s the dealio.

GQ’s been one of my staple friends since the beggiinninnnggg of time. (7th grade is most definitely not the beginning of time–pardon me.) Most of our relationship has consisted of him driving me to places because I had 0 driving capabilities until the last like year of my life. And I gotta admit, I’ve grown quite fond of his Integra.

Through the course of these years, I’ve seen his dedication to his car and, well, it’s pretty damn sexy, I gotta admit. And he’s one of the few people I can ride in a car with and won’t get too freaked out while riding with.

“Hey, babe, I dare you to hit Greg’s car…”
“… you’re crazy.”

So… it PAINS me every time I see something happen to it cuz I see how much it hurts him. Carma, biotches.

Sorry about your car, Greg :/ I love you! We can vent this weekend by umm going to the truck!!! jking. Don’t worry, dear, carma will get ‘em. <3

P.S. I stole your pics. Don’t sue me, please. Black Pearl II