I sat back in my seat and sighed, turning the key. The engine came to life with a roar, helping me to drown out all the thoughts in my head that made me remember, I winced. I wish life were really as good as I used to think it was, then I wouldn’t be in this mess.
Angelique
Cow! The note was scribbled on her locker.
‘Cow huh…’
The girl, not pretty but powerful, made her decision. It was to be utter obliteration for these people. She would show them all, she would teach them what it was to be ridiculed, to be hated for how they looked.
Madness
I’ve always dreamed about owning a red convertible. Driving around with the top down, and not a care in the world. Me, and the woman I love, driving down the highway, hair blowing in the wind, her bare feet hanging out the window as we listen to classic rock. Yeah, that’d be nice. :]
Amy
a car, red and hot. It is fast and speeds down the freeway. Beautiful women ride in it and rich men drive it. It is the envy of your comrades. To have it is to be awesome.
Jon
I drove down the highway in my sleek, red convertible. Pistons blaring and throtling me down the highway at unprecidented speeds. My hair billowed in the wind as the speed forced my jaw open. Trees and communications poles and towns flew by in hazy blurs as I flew down the open road.
Dyllon Ashton
The best thing that can be associated with this word is a convertible car. A car that can transform to a new face under a minute. well it sounds gr8……
Sanket
She always drove a red convertible. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked out the front window expecting to see her signature red convertible parked there. She has been gone for four months now, and I still pull aside the blinds to look. I don’t know what happened to her car, but every time I see a red convertible I always imagine that she is driving it.
Lindsey
a car a convertible red red as blood as my heart that owns REFCH hes a racoon a big fat racoon like cat shes fat like gil he broke the bridges and my friends resisted it yep it did they won ok come on lets go stooooooooooop now
sct
You think they dont knw who you are, but just becaus you have that roof down on your car… Oho, they see eberything about you. They know your name, They know your birthday. They see your pain. But they dont know what to do about it, so they just stare and stare a that expensive convtible rolling by, mouths hanging open..
Lizzy Weal
She lay still in it – her convertible, the one she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. Blood spilled from her mouth, from the wound he had given her. Her eyes were still wide from shock.
He had done it. Ripped out her heart. Killed her. Murdered her. Just like she knew he would.
Schmoopoo
i turned and smiled at her, with her hair flying in the wind, for once she smiled back. it was then when i knew that i loved her and that she would never felt the same about me.
Gloria to Amanda
Things are always better topless. The old beamer convertibles are tight but you can’t go wrong with a mustang. When its windy i hate them.
brent
She often said to me that she loved the way the wind blew through her long hair, as she rode in a convertible.
I was a top up kind of guy, I suppose that made me boring, but I was not sure about that. She seemed to enjoy her time with me. But there were times that I wondered, if it might have turned out better, if I had live my life a little bit more with the top down…
M
convertible. It means change. or rather changeable. First I think of a car; the soft cool breeze as it blows through my hair when the roof is down. There’s really nothing quite like it. But changeable…many things are changeable, as am I
Lissa
car. very sexy, family car mid-life crisis. blue or red. power. slide back top. rag-top. moving. road. city. fun. freedom, fun.
Chantelle
one word. anyword, meaning anything. like love or hate, or passion. Can it be sad, or happy. Evoke memory, or a dream.
love
my one word is
love
carolyn
Top down summer breezes that are not to happen for at least another 6 months. Not fall but not winter yet. Dreaming of a way to get through the winter months in a shiny white vintage convertible.
MaryAnn Anderson
I remember when I was a kid, I’d say my first car would be a red convertible. I remember the first time I saw one it was magic.
Sawyer
bright red blur on the road. my blonde hair flying. white teeth smiling as i laugh. your hand on my thigh. your thumb drawing hearts on my skirt. quick stop at the red light. an unexpected kiss. pure bliss.
Kat the great
I always hated that she drove around in that red convertible of hers. It’s not that I was jealous of the car, mind you. Instead it was that she was always so smug about it. She felt as though it solidified her existence. It just made her very difficult to deal with on a day to day basis. Especially since whenever I saw her, it was at a place which it was necessary to drive to: practice, school, friends houses; always in that damn convertible.
Aaron
a red Barbie car!!! i used to love barbies so much.
my neighbor used to drive a convertible. i don’t know what happened to it. i got to ride in it once and it was exciting but not really that comfortable. i prefer closed cars.
my friend rides a motorcycle. she’s seventeen. how she does it, i’ll never know. my mom calls them donor-cycles because people who ride them are likely to be organ donors (aka die).
grace h
They drove in that blue convertible. She never knew my feelings, but he certainly did. That’s why he bought that damn car. He was too busy smirking at me in the rear view mirror to see that fateful tree. It was a weeping willow…
masteraramil
Convertible robots. Convertible people. Everything is a code, a key word, a tag, so it’s only a matter of time that we have replaceable parts with concepts.
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with or without my top, i go
i can’t think, i can’t walk
i can only drive
let the wind blow my head off
or leave me untouched
my motion is perpetually forwards
and i can’t stop
Yossi
i wish that I bought a convertible BMW instead of the one i bought but i do really love my car even though it has dents in it now. i feel at peace when i am alone in my car. it is just me and my music. it is definitely my favorite moment of solitude.
t leaf
i was wearing a convertible sweater to the letter if revertible I never been felt endeavors unfold
d-bag
What’s a convertible? Does it have something to do with change? We can’t all be going through a mid life crisis at once. I don’t need a 1969 mustang. I don’t need these things. What I would like, however, is something to drink — tea, water, something along those lines. God, I’m so thirsty.
nicklaus faith
I see how you can convert your life into things that I see, but let me tell you that things are different in reality and not a good kind of different. A hard, long, terrifying journey culminating in sweet fuck all
Mackentiff
convertible
quyen
Convertible very good.
*All asian accent-like*
Greenleaf
wind in my hair, blowing playfully, making my eyes water
rena
I had a car once, it had no roof. The sun was always at my back and I liked it that way. People noticed when I drove by and I liked it that way.
The car was red, like fire. Like her dress, her lips when she got dressed up to go out.
I loved her.
I still do.
I don’t miss the car.
Now my car has a roof. I never feel the sunlight, and I like it that way.
Meghan Lightle
It reminds of my dad’s old mustang when we use to drive around. That was the first time I found out what speed was. Speed was the indescribable feeling of seeing the world blend together, the tunnel of colors shrinking down and then pulling over because of a police car behind you.
Chris Marsaglia
i bought a convertible car and i loved it. But, given a chance i would have bought a cruiser bike. My interest is to understand the society and discover the beauty in it. Having a cruiser will help me to travel and fulfill my objective.
chandrakiranraju
Something one would presume rather pretentious and rich folks to own. Though is stereotypically a part of most people dreams of the ideal life. Were one to become rich they’d likely buy one as a marker of that success. Just like others do, though we may think of them as successful but spitefully so by thinking of them as pretentious.
Smabba
oh comeon! not convertible again! this is the second time i’m writing something about “convertible”. The first time i screwed up, i’m drunk. hehe. This is a fun way to channel your energy!!!
Anirudh
I never really liked riding in convertibles as a teenager because,inevitably, my hair would get messed up. These days, as I age, I kinda like riding with the windows down. Convertibles aren’t so bad in my book now.
Maggi
i like to drive in convertible cars on my weekend trips to the coast. Occasionally i pick up sexy ladies in these veicles, because they are regarded as ‘pussy magnets’. However, i am somehwta sceptical about the truth behind this claim. For if they truly were a powerful magnet why are ladies not stuck to my bonnet?
A Fisher
yes it is convertible!!1a convertible car!!!
Who doesnt want convertible car????
Well it costs a bit more than it shud, even then it s everyone’s favourite!
I will also wanna have one!
vivek s warrier
my dick fuck. convertibul. sheesh. couldnt get a better work to write on! when i’m normal, the dicks ohkay. but when i’m aroused, the dicks sexy straight and pointed. thats the best example of a fuckin natural convertible my friend!
I sat back in my seat and sighed, turning the key. The engine came to life with a roar, helping me to drown out all the thoughts in my head that made me remember, I winced. I wish life were really as good as I used to think it was, then I wouldn’t be in this mess.
Cow! The note was scribbled on her locker.
‘Cow huh…’
The girl, not pretty but powerful, made her decision. It was to be utter obliteration for these people. She would show them all, she would teach them what it was to be ridiculed, to be hated for how they looked.
I’ve always dreamed about owning a red convertible. Driving around with the top down, and not a care in the world. Me, and the woman I love, driving down the highway, hair blowing in the wind, her bare feet hanging out the window as we listen to classic rock. Yeah, that’d be nice. :]
a car, red and hot. It is fast and speeds down the freeway. Beautiful women ride in it and rich men drive it. It is the envy of your comrades. To have it is to be awesome.
I drove down the highway in my sleek, red convertible. Pistons blaring and throtling me down the highway at unprecidented speeds. My hair billowed in the wind as the speed forced my jaw open. Trees and communications poles and towns flew by in hazy blurs as I flew down the open road.
The best thing that can be associated with this word is a convertible car. A car that can transform to a new face under a minute. well it sounds gr8……
She always drove a red convertible. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve looked out the front window expecting to see her signature red convertible parked there. She has been gone for four months now, and I still pull aside the blinds to look. I don’t know what happened to her car, but every time I see a red convertible I always imagine that she is driving it.
a car a convertible red red as blood as my heart that owns REFCH hes a racoon a big fat racoon like cat shes fat like gil he broke the bridges and my friends resisted it yep it did they won ok come on lets go stooooooooooop now
You think they dont knw who you are, but just becaus you have that roof down on your car… Oho, they see eberything about you. They know your name, They know your birthday. They see your pain. But they dont know what to do about it, so they just stare and stare a that expensive convtible rolling by, mouths hanging open..
She lay still in it – her convertible, the one she had gotten for her sixteenth birthday. Blood spilled from her mouth, from the wound he had given her. Her eyes were still wide from shock.
He had done it. Ripped out her heart. Killed her. Murdered her. Just like she knew he would.
i turned and smiled at her, with her hair flying in the wind, for once she smiled back. it was then when i knew that i loved her and that she would never felt the same about me.
Things are always better topless. The old beamer convertibles are tight but you can’t go wrong with a mustang. When its windy i hate them.
She often said to me that she loved the way the wind blew through her long hair, as she rode in a convertible.
I was a top up kind of guy, I suppose that made me boring, but I was not sure about that. She seemed to enjoy her time with me. But there were times that I wondered, if it might have turned out better, if I had live my life a little bit more with the top down…
convertible. It means change. or rather changeable. First I think of a car; the soft cool breeze as it blows through my hair when the roof is down. There’s really nothing quite like it. But changeable…many things are changeable, as am I
car. very sexy, family car mid-life crisis. blue or red. power. slide back top. rag-top. moving. road. city. fun. freedom, fun.
one word. anyword, meaning anything. like love or hate, or passion. Can it be sad, or happy. Evoke memory, or a dream.
love
my one word is
love
Top down summer breezes that are not to happen for at least another 6 months. Not fall but not winter yet. Dreaming of a way to get through the winter months in a shiny white vintage convertible.
I remember when I was a kid, I’d say my first car would be a red convertible. I remember the first time I saw one it was magic.
bright red blur on the road. my blonde hair flying. white teeth smiling as i laugh. your hand on my thigh. your thumb drawing hearts on my skirt. quick stop at the red light. an unexpected kiss. pure bliss.
I always hated that she drove around in that red convertible of hers. It’s not that I was jealous of the car, mind you. Instead it was that she was always so smug about it. She felt as though it solidified her existence. It just made her very difficult to deal with on a day to day basis. Especially since whenever I saw her, it was at a place which it was necessary to drive to: practice, school, friends houses; always in that damn convertible.
a red Barbie car!!! i used to love barbies so much.
my neighbor used to drive a convertible. i don’t know what happened to it. i got to ride in it once and it was exciting but not really that comfortable. i prefer closed cars.
my friend rides a motorcycle. she’s seventeen. how she does it, i’ll never know. my mom calls them donor-cycles because people who ride them are likely to be organ donors (aka die).
They drove in that blue convertible. She never knew my feelings, but he certainly did. That’s why he bought that damn car. He was too busy smirking at me in the rear view mirror to see that fateful tree. It was a weeping willow…
Convertible robots. Convertible people. Everything is a code, a key word, a tag, so it’s only a matter of time that we have replaceable parts with concepts.
with or without my top, i go
i can’t think, i can’t walk
i can only drive
let the wind blow my head off
or leave me untouched
my motion is perpetually forwards
and i can’t stop
i wish that I bought a convertible BMW instead of the one i bought but i do really love my car even though it has dents in it now. i feel at peace when i am alone in my car. it is just me and my music. it is definitely my favorite moment of solitude.
i was wearing a convertible sweater to the letter if revertible I never been felt endeavors unfold
What’s a convertible? Does it have something to do with change? We can’t all be going through a mid life crisis at once. I don’t need a 1969 mustang. I don’t need these things. What I would like, however, is something to drink — tea, water, something along those lines. God, I’m so thirsty.
I see how you can convert your life into things that I see, but let me tell you that things are different in reality and not a good kind of different. A hard, long, terrifying journey culminating in sweet fuck all
convertible
Convertible very good.
*All asian accent-like*
wind in my hair, blowing playfully, making my eyes water
I had a car once, it had no roof. The sun was always at my back and I liked it that way. People noticed when I drove by and I liked it that way.
The car was red, like fire. Like her dress, her lips when she got dressed up to go out.
I loved her.
I still do.
I don’t miss the car.
Now my car has a roof. I never feel the sunlight, and I like it that way.
It reminds of my dad’s old mustang when we use to drive around. That was the first time I found out what speed was. Speed was the indescribable feeling of seeing the world blend together, the tunnel of colors shrinking down and then pulling over because of a police car behind you.
i bought a convertible car and i loved it. But, given a chance i would have bought a cruiser bike. My interest is to understand the society and discover the beauty in it. Having a cruiser will help me to travel and fulfill my objective.
Something one would presume rather pretentious and rich folks to own. Though is stereotypically a part of most people dreams of the ideal life. Were one to become rich they’d likely buy one as a marker of that success. Just like others do, though we may think of them as successful but spitefully so by thinking of them as pretentious.
oh comeon! not convertible again! this is the second time i’m writing something about “convertible”. The first time i screwed up, i’m drunk. hehe. This is a fun way to channel your energy!!!
I never really liked riding in convertibles as a teenager because,inevitably, my hair would get messed up. These days, as I age, I kinda like riding with the windows down. Convertibles aren’t so bad in my book now.
i like to drive in convertible cars on my weekend trips to the coast. Occasionally i pick up sexy ladies in these veicles, because they are regarded as ‘pussy magnets’. However, i am somehwta sceptical about the truth behind this claim. For if they truly were a powerful magnet why are ladies not stuck to my bonnet?
yes it is convertible!!1a convertible car!!!
Who doesnt want convertible car????
Well it costs a bit more than it shud, even then it s everyone’s favourite!
I will also wanna have one!
my dick fuck. convertibul. sheesh. couldnt get a better work to write on! when i’m normal, the dicks ohkay. but when i’m aroused, the dicks sexy straight and pointed. thats the best example of a fuckin natural convertible my friend!