This is for Poca-hotass and Marlueax (or how ever the hell its spelled)

Yeah, sooooo I'm still thinking about how Poca wants to shout out Marly-marl on her car and not me.

Yeah, I got a problem with letting shit go.......blow me.

Anyway, this is the team. F, the F-150, aka The Trizzy, aka da truck, aka Club Coolbreeze, aka the Beat Machine, aka the green truck, aka my bitch, aka the place that my bottom chick had her most memorable sexual experience with me (Yeeeah. Folks from Tally...you know the trizzy done been out to Lake Ella on a couple late night visits)

Everyone loves the truck. I'm known with the truck. I've had it since I was 14. I see old folks from highschool that I haven't seen in years sometimes and they'll be like "You still driving that ol' green truck? I see it rollin' round town all the time and wonder if its you."

The other is Ms. Destiny J. Maxima (Yeah, its the SE...sport edition 18" rims and Z-rated tires). Don't let the size fool you.....that Big girl is ffffaaaasssstttt!! I've had that thing up to 144mph, still had a more throttle and rpms to go, but I got scared and backed off.

So there you have it. My Blogger version of "Cribs: Whips Edition"

-the BULLY