short for limousine. things i used to associate with posh people, sophisticated parties, woman going to weddings and things. now they make me thing of bright pink, 16 year old girls wearing ball gowns going to their high school prom. even if i was rich i wouldn’t have a limo i don’t think!
not a fan
The group stood on the sidewalk. The girls in their six inch heels, and the boys fumbling with their cumberbuns. Where did the driver go? The prom group had just finished their dinner at Red Lobster. The driver must have thought his job driving the limo was done!
I’ve never ridden in one of you, but I don’t have a problem with that. I always thought hummer stretch limos looked like demented caterpillars, and I don’t feel the need to have a martini in the car.
limos are big and long cars. they carry celebrities in it. also on wedding days, the bride rides in it. its can be a lincoln, hummer, etc. it doesnt matter. they can be any brand of car these days. i always wanted to ride in a limo, seems luxurious. but yea the closest ive been in was a lincoln towncar…i guess that’s close, just a bit shorter in length
in all the movies, the characters rent limos to go to their proms, but prom is not that glamorous. it’s full of tears over ruined hair, yelling over ugly makeup, and wet dresses over an unexpected rainfall.
I sometimes wonder what it is like to look out from the other side of the limousine, to be on the inside looking out. I wonder how big the hiatus between us is, from a life of celebrity to a life of seeming normalcy.
I never expected my first time to be in the back of an expensive limo, I never even expected to ride in a limo! But, boy, did I ride in a limo. His name was Buddy. Interesting name for a first time. But the boy, the place, it was all perfect.
long white/black usually used for special occasions for most people like weddings, prom, etc. some people use it to impress others and show their status and sophistication. They go relatively slow and I wouldn’t ride in one just to show off.
The limo was big and white. Everyone gawked at its impressiveness. The usher opened the door and everyone awaited the presence that would step out shortly. Mouths dropped and eyes gazed at the lovely figure that no one expected.
Limo. Limousine. That expensive looking car that everybody wants to ride in at least once before they die. Don’t know if that’s even true actually. My younger sister once stole a champagne glass from a Limo a friend had rented once, they considered it a great adventure.
we slid into the back of the limo, feeling like the holiest of rock stars that ever lived. we giggled and clicked our feet together as it pulled away from the curb. someone cranked the music. we danced. we screamed. we laughed. somehow the spaciousness melted away as we pulled ourselves closer and closer together in that back seat.
The limo was long, sleek and black. Behind the tinted windows, I knew who I would find. As it pulled to a stop on the street in front of me, the back door opened with a push from inside. I walked towards it, slumping to fit through the door. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw him sitting there, looking back at me.
Steeve and Kates camp. it was white, and had twinkling lights on the roof. we all waited anxiously in line for it to arrive. when it did, we’d all pile in excitedly, smiles like pancakes on our faces. the tints on the window made the world outside non-existent.
I think they are a pointless form of transportation. I have no desire to ever ride in one again. I don’t think they even look cool or fancy. Blah. I am not a huge fan of them, I guess. I never really realized that.. haha
It was dark, but not totally dark, the fog was slightly lifting. I ordered a limo two hours ago.but it broke down. I hate being along in a strange city. I looked to my left and could not help to notice the guy in the red jacket.
The crowd was rioting. The robot guards looked down upon the crowd, and with a smile, silenced them. Their alien leader finally pulled up in a hovering limo and began the state of the universe. A rioter threw a molotov cocktail, then another. The alien dictator’s enemy saved him, but his limo wasa not as fortunate.
The stench of impurity is choking me. When the bright lights of the velvety city commence we shall be arrived. No more smoking rooms in these bars, no more time to roll in the sweet, soft tongue of the wine. Where has the age of luxury turned off to? Where are the red-caped magicians? Every mirror in this town is shattered.
Prom. Lights. Fun. I think of standing with my arms hanging out of the sunroof yelling “WHOOOO”. Cuddling in the backseat feeling like the the most special person in the world. A limo can be a mini escape from a harsh world.
Dad was nice enough to lend Carol and I the limo for the ball. I’m so lucky to have parents like mine. The drive was wonderful. I wish I hadn’t lived so close the the place so that it could last longer.
In a limo there are few turtles. There’s little you can do about it. You can try, but nothing will change. People won’t understand, people won’t care. Best to forget about it. Forget about limos and stick to steam trains. Many turtles. And comfier seats.
i like to ride in limos. it makes me feel fancy and extravagent. its quite fun to me, really. but you need a special occassion to go on them. like a prom comes to mind, usually. but prom seems like forever away. and i don’t have a date. now or ever, im sure. but maybe its meant to be that way. anywho, i love limos. i’d never want to drivwe one though. no thank you.
Dad was nice enough to get the limo to drive Carol and I to the game. I’m so lucky to have parents like mine. It was such a wonderful drive. I wish we didn’t live so close to the stadium.
a fancy thing for richies and prisies. Haha, I am just kidding one of my good friends had a Limo for her birthday, now come to think of it….nevermind. limo is a big black thing. I’ve never ridden in one. I want tyo a super cool one with a hot tub. Yeah that’d be nice. (:
A limo.
I’d never ridden in one before, and it felt odd to be riding in one now.
Well. Given the circumstances, anyway.
He sat beside me with a look on his face that dared me to strike up conversation, and so I sat in silence, sullen and bewildered by my terrible luck.
I could never be able to afford a limousine and I’m glad, I don’t want a car, I don’t want to fucking ruin this world with big useless cars, I would be betraying myself, wasting energy and spoiling the environment, I’m vegan and I would do anything it takes to live my life without doing any harm to this amazing world.
I took a limo to the beach last night, and marveled in the irony of fantastic environmental juxtaposition. The stars were shining outside above the LED lights that shimmered above me, and a million grains of sand crunched under treadless rubber tires.
The limo was significant to me, but I couldn’t remember how. I stared at the blinding white ceiling that haunted my every day in the darn hospital. I wracked my brain to remember what the limo meant to me, and suddenly it all came rushing back. I needed that limo, to hold on to hope. To give me the courage I needed to return to Earth. To return to consciousness.
The surface shined like the laquer of a geisha’s shiny sandals. What…what were they called again? She couldn’t recall. So instead, she watched the limo pass and turn off the street where she lived and wondered if she’d ever look that beautiful.
I’ve never ridden in a limo. They seem fairly silly. Like, “we’re so cool we’re sitting in a really long car!” I don’t see the reasoning behind that. I’d rather walk hand in hand, or sit side by side, driving ourselves in whatever car happens to be ours. I’d rather be independent.
there was a limo on the street the other day when it was attacked by a ganger of no-gooders who were also lighting up a bonfire after the attack…funny thing was that after the limo took off, it fell off a cli
Kyoya is a rich Japanese guy who always has a limo to drive him everywhere. According to ETG, he is in love with Haruhi Fujioka! In the limo…well let’s just say fluff. Whenever I think of Limos I think of Paris. My friend, not the city. She wrote ETG.
Lights flashing, bright smiles, perfectly done hair. Groans and giggles fill the air as flowers of all sizes are added to outfits, completing the ensemble. It’s prom.
limbo is a really weird word… it is a verb but people really dont just say they are liboing but it is fun to say.. “limbo”
short for limousine. things i used to associate with posh people, sophisticated parties, woman going to weddings and things. now they make me thing of bright pink, 16 year old girls wearing ball gowns going to their high school prom. even if i was rich i wouldn’t have a limo i don’t think!
not a fan
The group stood on the sidewalk. The girls in their six inch heels, and the boys fumbling with their cumberbuns. Where did the driver go? The prom group had just finished their dinner at Red Lobster. The driver must have thought his job driving the limo was done!
prom night and my childhood sweetheart is my date. One of the first times i smoked pot and i didnt dance at all….just rode around until dawn….
I’ve never ridden in one of you, but I don’t have a problem with that. I always thought hummer stretch limos looked like demented caterpillars, and I don’t feel the need to have a martini in the car.
limos are big and long cars. they carry celebrities in it. also on wedding days, the bride rides in it. its can be a lincoln, hummer, etc. it doesnt matter. they can be any brand of car these days. i always wanted to ride in a limo, seems luxurious. but yea the closest ive been in was a lincoln towncar…i guess that’s close, just a bit shorter in length
in all the movies, the characters rent limos to go to their proms, but prom is not that glamorous. it’s full of tears over ruined hair, yelling over ugly makeup, and wet dresses over an unexpected rainfall.
I sometimes wonder what it is like to look out from the other side of the limousine, to be on the inside looking out. I wonder how big the hiatus between us is, from a life of celebrity to a life of seeming normalcy.
I never expected my first time to be in the back of an expensive limo, I never even expected to ride in a limo! But, boy, did I ride in a limo. His name was Buddy. Interesting name for a first time. But the boy, the place, it was all perfect.
long white/black usually used for special occasions for most people like weddings, prom, etc. some people use it to impress others and show their status and sophistication. They go relatively slow and I wouldn’t ride in one just to show off.
The limo was big and white. Everyone gawked at its impressiveness. The usher opened the door and everyone awaited the presence that would step out shortly. Mouths dropped and eyes gazed at the lovely figure that no one expected.
Ur mom once took me in a limo….. she took me gooood
moving vihicle, party, having fun, liquor, drunk, friends, limbo, limo, boo booo bobimbo. coo coo ka cho. boo boo ba roo
Limo. Limousine. That expensive looking car that everybody wants to ride in at least once before they die. Don’t know if that’s even true actually. My younger sister once stole a champagne glass from a Limo a friend had rented once, they considered it a great adventure.
we slid into the back of the limo, feeling like the holiest of rock stars that ever lived. we giggled and clicked our feet together as it pulled away from the curb. someone cranked the music. we danced. we screamed. we laughed. somehow the spaciousness melted away as we pulled ourselves closer and closer together in that back seat.
The limo was long, sleek and black. Behind the tinted windows, I knew who I would find. As it pulled to a stop on the street in front of me, the back door opened with a push from inside. I walked towards it, slumping to fit through the door. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw him sitting there, looking back at me.
Steeve and Kates camp. it was white, and had twinkling lights on the roof. we all waited anxiously in line for it to arrive. when it did, we’d all pile in excitedly, smiles like pancakes on our faces. the tints on the window made the world outside non-existent.
I think they are a pointless form of transportation. I have no desire to ever ride in one again. I don’t think they even look cool or fancy. Blah. I am not a huge fan of them, I guess. I never really realized that.. haha
i rode to the prom in a long black limo with darkened windows. It had a wet bar and tv. It also had wireless service for my laptop
It was dark, but not totally dark, the fog was slightly lifting. I ordered a limo two hours ago.but it broke down. I hate being along in a strange city. I looked to my left and could not help to notice the guy in the red jacket.
The crowd was rioting. The robot guards looked down upon the crowd, and with a smile, silenced them. Their alien leader finally pulled up in a hovering limo and began the state of the universe. A rioter threw a molotov cocktail, then another. The alien dictator’s enemy saved him, but his limo wasa not as fortunate.
The stench of impurity is choking me. When the bright lights of the velvety city commence we shall be arrived. No more smoking rooms in these bars, no more time to roll in the sweet, soft tongue of the wine. Where has the age of luxury turned off to? Where are the red-caped magicians? Every mirror in this town is shattered.
the limo skidded slightly next to the curb and a variety of colors pour from inside.
Prom. Lights. Fun. I think of standing with my arms hanging out of the sunroof yelling “WHOOOO”. Cuddling in the backseat feeling like the the most special person in the world. A limo can be a mini escape from a harsh world.
Dad was nice enough to lend Carol and I the limo for the ball. I’m so lucky to have parents like mine. The drive was wonderful. I wish I hadn’t lived so close the the place so that it could last longer.
In a limo there are few turtles. There’s little you can do about it. You can try, but nothing will change. People won’t understand, people won’t care. Best to forget about it. Forget about limos and stick to steam trains. Many turtles. And comfier seats.
i like to ride in limos. it makes me feel fancy and extravagent. its quite fun to me, really. but you need a special occassion to go on them. like a prom comes to mind, usually. but prom seems like forever away. and i don’t have a date. now or ever, im sure. but maybe its meant to be that way. anywho, i love limos. i’d never want to drivwe one though. no thank you.
Dad was nice enough to get the limo to drive Carol and I to the game. I’m so lucky to have parents like mine. It was such a wonderful drive. I wish we didn’t live so close to the stadium.
a fancy thing for richies and prisies. Haha, I am just kidding one of my good friends had a Limo for her birthday, now come to think of it….nevermind. limo is a big black thing. I’ve never ridden in one. I want tyo a super cool one with a hot tub. Yeah that’d be nice. (:
A limo.
I’d never ridden in one before, and it felt odd to be riding in one now.
Well. Given the circumstances, anyway.
He sat beside me with a look on his face that dared me to strike up conversation, and so I sat in silence, sullen and bewildered by my terrible luck.
I could never be able to afford a limousine and I’m glad, I don’t want a car, I don’t want to fucking ruin this world with big useless cars, I would be betraying myself, wasting energy and spoiling the environment, I’m vegan and I would do anything it takes to live my life without doing any harm to this amazing world.
I took a limo to the beach last night, and marveled in the irony of fantastic environmental juxtaposition. The stars were shining outside above the LED lights that shimmered above me, and a million grains of sand crunched under treadless rubber tires.
Never rode in a limo before, but if I did, I wish it had of been when I used to drink. I think now, it would have been cool to get dressed up and hang
The limo was significant to me, but I couldn’t remember how. I stared at the blinding white ceiling that haunted my every day in the darn hospital. I wracked my brain to remember what the limo meant to me, and suddenly it all came rushing back. I needed that limo, to hold on to hope. To give me the courage I needed to return to Earth. To return to consciousness.
The surface shined like the laquer of a geisha’s shiny sandals. What…what were they called again? She couldn’t recall. So instead, she watched the limo pass and turn off the street where she lived and wondered if she’d ever look that beautiful.
I’ve never ridden in a limo. They seem fairly silly. Like, “we’re so cool we’re sitting in a really long car!” I don’t see the reasoning behind that. I’d rather walk hand in hand, or sit side by side, driving ourselves in whatever car happens to be ours. I’d rather be independent.
driving back from airports. Prom. Luxury. Glamour and mystery. Definitely mystery of the tinted window.
there was a limo on the street the other day when it was attacked by a ganger of no-gooders who were also lighting up a bonfire after the attack…funny thing was that after the limo took off, it fell off a cli
Kyoya is a rich Japanese guy who always has a limo to drive him everywhere. According to ETG, he is in love with Haruhi Fujioka! In the limo…well let’s just say fluff. Whenever I think of Limos I think of Paris. My friend, not the city. She wrote ETG.
Lights flashing, bright smiles, perfectly done hair. Groans and giggles fill the air as flowers of all sizes are added to outfits, completing the ensemble. It’s prom.