I picutre myself in a limo. Stepping out, long legs, tanned and perfectly smooth. Slowly uncoiling like a snake dangerous, quiet lurking. My dress shimmers in the lights as my body emerges into the snap and pop of the camera–papparzii. My opening night.
i rode in a limo once. at christmas. to see the lights of the city. the window tinting made it difficult, really, to see outside, but inside it was warm and cozy with my family, warm glasses of wine, and easy, comfortable laughter.
i had to drive in a limo once to the airport. Bye bye Manhattan, hello grey ireland. Well, at least I got to stick my head out of the sun roof right? When I first saw this I thought it said limbo. Funny right?
we took a limo form the airport. they always paid, the same as a taxi really, but there was some ritual tradition involved that made the sight of the sleek black car forever linked to the smell of hot tarmac and the sight of golden gate bridge, huge and scarlet in the distance.
When the limo pulled away from the curb there was a brief case left sitting out in the street. I ran to pick it up and that’s when the bus came by. There wasn’t anything of value in the briefcase.
i was in a limo once. It was really cool. It was my first time in New york and my dad decided (well he kinda wanted to too) ride in a limo. The interior was garish to the extreme nut the lights of Manhattan made up for that. Not that expensive either. But it really should only be foe special occasions, or it will lose its appeal, like life in general really.
I have never actually been in a limo. I have been in a bus that the inside is designed to look like a limo, but it wasn’t legit. I will one day ride in a limo and you can all be proud. I probably have to wait till after I am married and my husband can buy me a ride!
A large vehicle used to transport very important people, or people to very important destinations. Usual come in black but may also be white. It is designed to separate the driver from it’s passengers. A very luxurious way to travel
Rich people have limos. I wish i had one. Would be amazing. People would know you were rolling up> You could do what you want in it cus the tinted windows which is sweet> Plus imagine going through a mcd’s drive through.
a limo is a lovely car with occasional wings and longness, it carries stupid people with too much money or very large breasts. people are usually more stupid at the end of a journey, having consumed alcohol.
I remember this one episode of Top Gear, where the three hosts had to buy a car and turn them into a limo. One of them got stuck around a corner, the other fell in half and i think the other was all around shitty. Funniest episode i’ve ever seen, let me tell you. Ahh, i love Top Gear ^^
“This car is for beans only, chumps.” The peas felt super-uncomfortable, and then shuffled off the smooth leather and back into the sunlight. Peas stuck on the sidewalk. Rejected again.
She gracefully slid into the limo beside him – and pulled a gun from under her skirt, “sweetheart you’re going to get back out there and tell them it was you.”
I already wrote about the limo, but I suppose I can do it again. As I was saying, The hummer limo is something coveted. I fully believe that I could live in one. I mean, Champagne, wine, flat screen tvs, friendos. What’s not to like?! it could be amazing.
rich. fancy. prom. i wish i could be there. longing. short, but long. four letters. stretch. open. free. spacey. crowded. packed. need room, but theres plenty.
The guy was in the limo business for years. All he had done was piss poor advertising. I brought him the best idea he could have ever gotten, but he was too scared. He didn’t want to take the risk, mostly because he was older and he didn’t really understand social media, but I knew it would help his business more than any other for of advertising he had ever done.
streaming fast and moving swift the luxury is like a dream for those who never feel it and it is overlooked by those who live it every day, like a subway with leather that builds a wall between them and the rest of the world
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As we drove down Nicholasville Road, I couldn’t help but think of how much things had changed. Just two weeks ago we had driven down the same street in an old Chevy Nova, and here we were. White limo and all.
what I never took to prom cuz all my friends were full, so I had to get another friend to rent me car car just to take this girl to that stupid Coral Gables hotel, no the best prom in the world, i’ll tell you that, specially because some nicaraguan kid threw up all over the carpet of my hotel room
The elegant lady was escorted to the limo by a man dressed in a dark suit and wearing dark sunglasses. He seemed to be talking to someone through a radio on his shoulder. She had on a black dress and a diamond necklace.
it was a big limo. I mean big. I was always impressed by the things dad would impress us with. The shiny rims, the reflective glass windows, and sleek black paint. I was kind of afraid though. I had always seen important peolpe get int these things but never been in them myself.
Junior year prom seemed like such a HUGE deal. We wanted to go the whole nine yards, so we sprung for a limo. It was fun, but we all realized that it was more about the people than it was about the dresses and fancy cars. The next year? We rolled in in my friends’ moms’ mini van. :-)
She looked around the limo in complete awe. She had been used to seeing nothing but shit around her for her entire life, and here he was, in a limo, offering her the easy way out of all her troubles. She could live this life, driving around in a limo all the time, for one condition.
He tilted his head, and smiled a bit, but she could have sworn it was a sneer.
And it was the strangest exchange she had ever heard.
lean, shining legs drop into the limo
slender from years of cardio
and skipping meals
bronzed from the miami sun
and maybe a salon or two
i gape at the transparency
I looked at the old photos from my photo box. It was small, blue, with green and white decorations around the sides. It was of my son in a limo. He was only a baby, and it was a quick shot before my friend went to London to see a play. He looked so happy in it. So small, so innocent. A tear ran down my face. The memories of him as a child flooded back
spremerei questo limone, attenta che il succo del discorso cadalentamente e renda acidi questi miei
pensieri in un giorno che volentierei farei a fettine.
limos can show a lot, happiness, wealth, a good night to remember. For some reason when I think of a limo I think of a sad girl, a lonely girl, using the limo as a metaphor for her sadness and loneliness. This is lonely girl.
The jet black limousine pulled up at the dockside. A passerby noticed the ominous nature of the vehicle and switched to the other side of the footpath, as a slick suited man stepped out, hand inside his jacket, seemingly clutching something of important.
He walked around to the opposite door, and pulled it open, taking his hand out of his jacket.
“Get out,” he demanded, motioning with the gun now in his hand.
A miserly looking man stepped out. He appeared as if he had falled down a flight of stairs – or perhaps, if someone had taken a disliking to him and beaten him with a crowbar. One of the two.
It was sleek and black, the first one I’d ever seen. The door was opened wide for me and I slipped in, brushing elbows with Neil on my left and a moment later with Mae on my right. The girls were quiet, Neil was biting his lip. The first time I rode in a limo felt like a hearse.
Her curved leg slowly emerged from the blackened interior. The waves of exhaust mingled with a haze of heat from the outside seeping in through the open doorway. Holding her door open for her we had not spoke all the way from the airport.
At last the limo arrived at the theater and even in the heavy rain I could see lots of people waiting outside. It is not good for me if I am feeling this upset. How could he get me this upset when I have a performance tonight. Honestly, men can be so frustrating.
it seems it is a limousine. i wish i had the car. its a black longish car. its a luxry car. i like its fashion look. all celebrities also travel in that. i wish i were more than just a celebrity. i like to own this car on my merit. i want to be the best in my field.
long cars that prestigious people drive in. for special events like prom. When I was younger I made a limo in art class out of paper. I remember how everyone thought they were the coolest cars because they were different.
I picutre myself in a limo. Stepping out, long legs, tanned and perfectly smooth. Slowly uncoiling like a snake dangerous, quiet lurking. My dress shimmers in the lights as my body emerges into the snap and pop of the camera–papparzii. My opening night.
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i rode in a limo once. at christmas. to see the lights of the city. the window tinting made it difficult, really, to see outside, but inside it was warm and cozy with my family, warm glasses of wine, and easy, comfortable laughter.
i had to drive in a limo once to the airport. Bye bye Manhattan, hello grey ireland. Well, at least I got to stick my head out of the sun roof right? When I first saw this I thought it said limbo. Funny right?
we took a limo form the airport. they always paid, the same as a taxi really, but there was some ritual tradition involved that made the sight of the sleek black car forever linked to the smell of hot tarmac and the sight of golden gate bridge, huge and scarlet in the distance.
When the limo pulled away from the curb there was a brief case left sitting out in the street. I ran to pick it up and that’s when the bus came by. There wasn’t anything of value in the briefcase.
i was in a limo once. It was really cool. It was my first time in New york and my dad decided (well he kinda wanted to too) ride in a limo. The interior was garish to the extreme nut the lights of Manhattan made up for that. Not that expensive either. But it really should only be foe special occasions, or it will lose its appeal, like life in general really.
Limo limo
I have never actually been in a limo. I have been in a bus that the inside is designed to look like a limo, but it wasn’t legit. I will one day ride in a limo and you can all be proud. I probably have to wait till after I am married and my husband can buy me a ride!
A large vehicle used to transport very important people, or people to very important destinations. Usual come in black but may also be white. It is designed to separate the driver from it’s passengers. A very luxurious way to travel
Rich people have limos. I wish i had one. Would be amazing. People would know you were rolling up> You could do what you want in it cus the tinted windows which is sweet> Plus imagine going through a mcd’s drive through.
a limo is a lovely car with occasional wings and longness, it carries stupid people with too much money or very large breasts. people are usually more stupid at the end of a journey, having consumed alcohol.
I remember this one episode of Top Gear, where the three hosts had to buy a car and turn them into a limo. One of them got stuck around a corner, the other fell in half and i think the other was all around shitty. Funniest episode i’ve ever seen, let me tell you. Ahh, i love Top Gear ^^
“This car is for beans only, chumps.” The peas felt super-uncomfortable, and then shuffled off the smooth leather and back into the sunlight. Peas stuck on the sidewalk. Rejected again.
She gracefully slid into the limo beside him – and pulled a gun from under her skirt, “sweetheart you’re going to get back out there and tell them it was you.”
I already wrote about the limo, but I suppose I can do it again. As I was saying, The hummer limo is something coveted. I fully believe that I could live in one. I mean, Champagne, wine, flat screen tvs, friendos. What’s not to like?! it could be amazing.
rich. fancy. prom. i wish i could be there. longing. short, but long. four letters. stretch. open. free. spacey. crowded. packed. need room, but theres plenty.
The guy was in the limo business for years. All he had done was piss poor advertising. I brought him the best idea he could have ever gotten, but he was too scared. He didn’t want to take the risk, mostly because he was older and he didn’t really understand social media, but I knew it would help his business more than any other for of advertising he had ever done.
streaming fast and moving swift the luxury is like a dream for those who never feel it and it is overlooked by those who live it every day, like a subway with leather that builds a wall between them and the rest of the world
What the fuck is so great about a limo?
One of those things that is “so great” because of the money,
and power,
and glamor they represent.
Overrated.
white longmosine love black rich champagne wealthy kisses dresses prom tux wedding roses lilies tulips spring summer marriage forever vows kisses true love everlasting sunglasses dark tinted windows flowers escape
As we drove down Nicholasville Road, I couldn’t help but think of how much things had changed. Just two weeks ago we had driven down the same street in an old Chevy Nova, and here we were. White limo and all.
I’d like something that
exudes vehicular power
and from where I sat
I may so tower
Weddings and funerals, beginnings and endings. Drinking or mourning, our faces look the same reflected in the chrome and glass surfaces.
what I never took to prom cuz all my friends were full, so I had to get another friend to rent me car car just to take this girl to that stupid Coral Gables hotel, no the best prom in the world, i’ll tell you that, specially because some nicaraguan kid threw up all over the carpet of my hotel room
The elegant lady was escorted to the limo by a man dressed in a dark suit and wearing dark sunglasses. He seemed to be talking to someone through a radio on his shoulder. She had on a black dress and a diamond necklace.
it was a big limo. I mean big. I was always impressed by the things dad would impress us with. The shiny rims, the reflective glass windows, and sleek black paint. I was kind of afraid though. I had always seen important peolpe get int these things but never been in them myself.
Junior year prom seemed like such a HUGE deal. We wanted to go the whole nine yards, so we sprung for a limo. It was fun, but we all realized that it was more about the people than it was about the dresses and fancy cars. The next year? We rolled in in my friends’ moms’ mini van. :-)
car; take me there; go go go. exclusive; long legs, more room, dress, high heels; shiny legs, hollywood, debs, drinks, fun. go go go.
She looked around the limo in complete awe. She had been used to seeing nothing but shit around her for her entire life, and here he was, in a limo, offering her the easy way out of all her troubles. She could live this life, driving around in a limo all the time, for one condition.
He tilted his head, and smiled a bit, but she could have sworn it was a sneer.
And it was the strangest exchange she had ever heard.
He wanted her thumb.
lean, shining legs drop into the limo
slender from years of cardio
and skipping meals
bronzed from the miami sun
and maybe a salon or two
i gape at the transparency
I looked at the old photos from my photo box. It was small, blue, with green and white decorations around the sides. It was of my son in a limo. He was only a baby, and it was a quick shot before my friend went to London to see a play. He looked so happy in it. So small, so innocent. A tear ran down my face. The memories of him as a child flooded back
spremerei questo limone, attenta che il succo del discorso cadalentamente e renda acidi questi miei
pensieri in un giorno che volentierei farei a fettine.
limos can show a lot, happiness, wealth, a good night to remember. For some reason when I think of a limo I think of a sad girl, a lonely girl, using the limo as a metaphor for her sadness and loneliness. This is lonely girl.
The jet black limousine pulled up at the dockside. A passerby noticed the ominous nature of the vehicle and switched to the other side of the footpath, as a slick suited man stepped out, hand inside his jacket, seemingly clutching something of important.
He walked around to the opposite door, and pulled it open, taking his hand out of his jacket.
“Get out,” he demanded, motioning with the gun now in his hand.
A miserly looking man stepped out. He appeared as if he had falled down a flight of stairs – or perhaps, if someone had taken a disliking to him and beaten him with a crowbar. One of the two.
It was sleek and black, the first one I’d ever seen. The door was opened wide for me and I slipped in, brushing elbows with Neil on my left and a moment later with Mae on my right. The girls were quiet, Neil was biting his lip. The first time I rode in a limo felt like a hearse.
Her curved leg slowly emerged from the blackened interior. The waves of exhaust mingled with a haze of heat from the outside seeping in through the open doorway. Holding her door open for her we had not spoke all the way from the airport.
At last the limo arrived at the theater and even in the heavy rain I could see lots of people waiting outside. It is not good for me if I am feeling this upset. How could he get me this upset when I have a performance tonight. Honestly, men can be so frustrating.
it seems it is a limousine. i wish i had the car. its a black longish car. its a luxry car. i like its fashion look. all celebrities also travel in that. i wish i were more than just a celebrity. i like to own this car on my merit. i want to be the best in my field.
long cars that prestigious people drive in. for special events like prom. When I was younger I made a limo in art class out of paper. I remember how everyone thought they were the coolest cars because they were different.