convertible. i wish my heart was emotionally convertible. able to change from open to closed in seconds without making a scratch. maybe just a thin layer to cover the body, maybe even a hard top. anything to cover the heart sounds like something worth having.
elizabeth
It was all convertible. Everything. Reversible, interchangeable, completely without a single sole identity. She thought this as she picked up a pair of Uggs.
Serena
I love to tear down the street in it. The way I travel, the air hits it, hits everything, not just the windshield and the reflection it creates on a sunny day but my face, my body, my soul. Now what can be better then that?
daniel
top down wind blowing shiny car possibly red….muscle car definitely smoking a cigaretter driving down a beach side highway…no worries
Elise
car with no top. a rich mans car usually red. considered fast. something that can become something else. something a person gets as they get older or a first car.
justin payne
Convertible’s are my least favourite car, he thought, running his tired hand over the seat. Still, beggars cannot be choosers. He gunned the engine and pulled out of his sister’s driveway; he wouldn’t be seeing her for a while.
Kyle
He drove into the town. A group of school-girls stared from their perch outside the soda fountain. “Hey Sweet Thing” he said, “Check out my convertible”.
BEN
i jumped into my brand new convertible and peeled out. I knew that there was a slim possiblity i could come to this but still i never really belived that it would. Hoping to make the next light before my demons caught up with me i accelerated. suddendly i hit the breaks though in an attempt to aviod a collison. The next thing i remember i was waking up in a hospital with no idea what who i was. But i knew that someone had been after me and they probably still were.
Jay
When I was in Darwin, my friend and I hired a convertible and drove around the coast checking out all the markets. I loved it although with the top down you tend to get a bit hot in Darwin. Convertibles aren’t really suited to really really hot climates better for moderate climates really.
Cheryl Griffiths
the convertible, was set and ready to go. It sat in the driveway with the top down ready to hit the road, however no one sat in the seats, no presents were in the back, no luggage in the trunk, and no driver in the front seat. The man across the street sat on his porch wondering what he could have done with that car, 20 years ago, when both of them weren’t so alone.
Jonathan de Leon
red michelles dad has one wait i mean danielles dad michelle is her dad zoom zoom zoom mustang? janet had one shit motha fuckaa im runing out of tiiiiiiiiiiiime! oh lawds okay they get dented ?
and they go fast this sounds so stupid ah no more tiiiiiiiiiiiime ahahahaaaaaaaaaaaah fast yes mustang speed expensive
megan
She hopped into the convertible. It wouldn’t be long now. After all of it, done. Nothing but sunsets and long yellow lines.
jonathan kahler
its a cool car thats usually red and pretty it reminds me of twilight. i wonder if mitch likes that kind of car? maybe i should ask him some day that would be a good convorsation.i guess well to me at least
kacie
my parents own a convertible. it’s not something i like to brag about. you see, we’ve recently lost a lot of money from my college fund- most was in stocks. but we still own a convertible. and a lexus. two, to be exact. and it is absolutely mind blowing because i know what people think when they see the cars. all i can see is a shine that i want no part of.
kendra
i wanna new word please
spleep
my parents own a convertible. it’s not something i like to brag about. you see, we’ve recently lost a lot of money from my college fund- most was in stocks. but we still own a convertible. and a lexus. two, to be exact. and it is absolutely mind blowing because i know what people think when they see the cars. all i can see is a shine that i want no part of.
kendra
Convertible is the sexiest car in the world. The hair blown by the breese, the aroma of the passing pines. Watch the world pass away from you while you grip the leather, pound the pedal, and let your dreams come alive. Highways, seascapes, desserts, and avenues a blur while you melt into man and machine. You are the man, you are the one they are looking at.
Benjamin
i want a convertible, i really do. it would be nice to feel the air on your hair everytime you drive. specially in this city, its so awful. everybody’s in a bad mood, not to mention the traffic, dear god. anyway a convertible may also be that person whom is “sexually adaptable”. i’ve met some of them in my life, but they’re no great pleasure whatsoever. the drama, oh, the drama. cant live without it.
theo
I’ve already been converted. I was converting it all at that point. And I wonder why I find myself so concerned with me. Because I am, this thing. I am that word. I’m not going to say it because I want to be more than the rest of you
Lizy
A convertible jacket is convenient. A convertible car is not. In both instances I picture red. Why? Because it’s raining today and I wore my red rain boots.
mvb
A convertible is a car that can be converted from an ordinary car to a mid-life crisis car. When most people think of convertible, they likely think of bald heads, wind, messy hair, and the color “Candy Apple Red.” If you’re going to do something, do it all the way, I say. Convertibles are lame.
Melissa
wind freedom i really hate them even though i feel like i should like them i do like what they represent though changeable hair in face eyes mouth annoying
kim
the convertible attracted her eye
and since she attracted my eye
I asked if she wanted to ride along with me.
She jumped in, I drove her around
then when the time came she pointed me
to a hidden place along the road.
The next hour or two was very nice,
but now driving back I’m not sure
I should have waited until I got her home…
Don H.
The convertible is quite the machine. There’s nothing that says “man” like a convertible. It is at once an instant sex symbol as well as a status indicator. You know a man is well off, and well hung, if he’s got a convertible. Hell, why would you buy one otherwise?
T.P.S.
Driving through the sunny air with the top down, singing mariachi music. Got to love days like these. It blows my mind how much I’ve forgotten in my lifetime. I love the smell of the Jersey Shortline in summer. It smells like used condoms and stale beer.
Vince
a convertible is a car without a top. It is windy so you should drive your convertible. Sexy girls like wind blowing through their hair. They will like to ride in your convertible. T-Tops aren’t as good as a convertible. I would go with a black or grayish color. Red sucks
Scott
fast car. beautiful girl. wind in my hair. her hand in my underwear. life is good when you have a lot of money. right honey?
Tony
I immediately thought of a car with a barbie doll cruising around in Malibu. How shallow am I? Now that I think of it, it is also an adjective that can describe an item that can change shape or form. Maybe not what I am supposed to be thinking. I don’t think so. I want a new word.
Gloria
i love driving with the top down, but the real challenge is getting that j to light evenly with the wind blowing so damn hard. Oh well, it’s only a few miles to the parent-teacher conference.
roscoe
I was riding in a convertible today with the top down. Getting on to the 826 going 50 MPH it started to pour.
ande
top down, flying frenzy speed, turn it inside out, and now you’ll see…what is the main distance, inside or out, a man is convertible if he is without doubt, scream it “you are!” You are!
Floyd
As I was passing by the Walgreens today, I witnessed a nice, little convertible parked alongside me. The car had an amazing cool blue finish and the black tinted windows shined gloriously in the sunlight. The license plate read “fresh” and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say this convertible was rare, but I thought, “man, forget it. Yo, homes! To Bel-Air!”
anthony bell
i dislike convertables. they make my hair go insane and fly about my head as though its on fire. i just dont like that. call me vain. i dont care. its annoying that the second i step out of a stupid convertable i have to put my hair in a ponytail to keep it from smothering me entirely. :p stupid stupid stupid.
Jordan
oh the fun you’ll have when you’re driving through the mountains or to the beach or wherever you like… with the wind blowing through your hair, pretending to be barbie, singing the barbie girl song a million times especially if “ken” is in the passenger seat!! ;) the life of a convertible is flexible
rachael ivy
Man I want a convertible it will draw all the cool chicks see me riding around in a convertible with a blond in the front beside me and a redhead and brunette in the back
Justin paoge
darn, was in the middle of an email when this finally showed up. Convertible as in a car, or a transformer. Or maybe someone who converts money?
Theresa
A car without a hood. It is dangerous but sexy. It makes your hair blow in the wind and your scarf blow off. Drive in one with your hunny on the beach or while you’re running away to somewhere or nowhere. Be free in the wind.
Amanda
I’d like to own a convertible. Take my friends to the beach… wait! there’s no beach in Monterrey…
Oh then it wouldn’t be so nice. I don’t really like convertibles. I prefer a good car. You know… functioning car…
That reminds me, I have to take my car
Mandarina
Her hair was flowing in the wind. Her legs were up on the dashboard. An rgasm at 90 miles an hour in his convertible was a great Sunday afternoon surprise.
InsidetheWoman
I saw this movie where the guy was riding in a convertible. Then a ginormous boulder fell on top of it. It was less pretty after that.
It was okay though. The guy didn’t need the car to overcome his midlife crisis. Buying a car for a midlife crisis is pretty lame anyway.
convertible. i wish my heart was emotionally convertible. able to change from open to closed in seconds without making a scratch. maybe just a thin layer to cover the body, maybe even a hard top. anything to cover the heart sounds like something worth having.
It was all convertible. Everything. Reversible, interchangeable, completely without a single sole identity. She thought this as she picked up a pair of Uggs.
I love to tear down the street in it. The way I travel, the air hits it, hits everything, not just the windshield and the reflection it creates on a sunny day but my face, my body, my soul. Now what can be better then that?
top down wind blowing shiny car possibly red….muscle car definitely smoking a cigaretter driving down a beach side highway…no worries
car with no top. a rich mans car usually red. considered fast. something that can become something else. something a person gets as they get older or a first car.
Convertible’s are my least favourite car, he thought, running his tired hand over the seat. Still, beggars cannot be choosers. He gunned the engine and pulled out of his sister’s driveway; he wouldn’t be seeing her for a while.
He drove into the town. A group of school-girls stared from their perch outside the soda fountain. “Hey Sweet Thing” he said, “Check out my convertible”.
i jumped into my brand new convertible and peeled out. I knew that there was a slim possiblity i could come to this but still i never really belived that it would. Hoping to make the next light before my demons caught up with me i accelerated. suddendly i hit the breaks though in an attempt to aviod a collison. The next thing i remember i was waking up in a hospital with no idea what who i was. But i knew that someone had been after me and they probably still were.
When I was in Darwin, my friend and I hired a convertible and drove around the coast checking out all the markets. I loved it although with the top down you tend to get a bit hot in Darwin. Convertibles aren’t really suited to really really hot climates better for moderate climates really.
the convertible, was set and ready to go. It sat in the driveway with the top down ready to hit the road, however no one sat in the seats, no presents were in the back, no luggage in the trunk, and no driver in the front seat. The man across the street sat on his porch wondering what he could have done with that car, 20 years ago, when both of them weren’t so alone.
red michelles dad has one wait i mean danielles dad michelle is her dad zoom zoom zoom mustang? janet had one shit motha fuckaa im runing out of tiiiiiiiiiiiime! oh lawds okay they get dented ?
and they go fast this sounds so stupid ah no more tiiiiiiiiiiiime ahahahaaaaaaaaaaaah fast yes mustang speed expensive
She hopped into the convertible. It wouldn’t be long now. After all of it, done. Nothing but sunsets and long yellow lines.
its a cool car thats usually red and pretty it reminds me of twilight. i wonder if mitch likes that kind of car? maybe i should ask him some day that would be a good convorsation.i guess well to me at least
my parents own a convertible. it’s not something i like to brag about. you see, we’ve recently lost a lot of money from my college fund- most was in stocks. but we still own a convertible. and a lexus. two, to be exact. and it is absolutely mind blowing because i know what people think when they see the cars. all i can see is a shine that i want no part of.
i wanna new word please
my parents own a convertible. it’s not something i like to brag about. you see, we’ve recently lost a lot of money from my college fund- most was in stocks. but we still own a convertible. and a lexus. two, to be exact. and it is absolutely mind blowing because i know what people think when they see the cars. all i can see is a shine that i want no part of.
Convertible is the sexiest car in the world. The hair blown by the breese, the aroma of the passing pines. Watch the world pass away from you while you grip the leather, pound the pedal, and let your dreams come alive. Highways, seascapes, desserts, and avenues a blur while you melt into man and machine. You are the man, you are the one they are looking at.
i want a convertible, i really do. it would be nice to feel the air on your hair everytime you drive. specially in this city, its so awful. everybody’s in a bad mood, not to mention the traffic, dear god. anyway a convertible may also be that person whom is “sexually adaptable”. i’ve met some of them in my life, but they’re no great pleasure whatsoever. the drama, oh, the drama. cant live without it.
I’ve already been converted. I was converting it all at that point. And I wonder why I find myself so concerned with me. Because I am, this thing. I am that word. I’m not going to say it because I want to be more than the rest of you
A convertible jacket is convenient. A convertible car is not. In both instances I picture red. Why? Because it’s raining today and I wore my red rain boots.
A convertible is a car that can be converted from an ordinary car to a mid-life crisis car. When most people think of convertible, they likely think of bald heads, wind, messy hair, and the color “Candy Apple Red.” If you’re going to do something, do it all the way, I say. Convertibles are lame.
wind freedom i really hate them even though i feel like i should like them i do like what they represent though changeable hair in face eyes mouth annoying
the convertible attracted her eye
and since she attracted my eye
I asked if she wanted to ride along with me.
She jumped in, I drove her around
then when the time came she pointed me
to a hidden place along the road.
The next hour or two was very nice,
but now driving back I’m not sure
I should have waited until I got her home…
The convertible is quite the machine. There’s nothing that says “man” like a convertible. It is at once an instant sex symbol as well as a status indicator. You know a man is well off, and well hung, if he’s got a convertible. Hell, why would you buy one otherwise?
Driving through the sunny air with the top down, singing mariachi music. Got to love days like these. It blows my mind how much I’ve forgotten in my lifetime. I love the smell of the Jersey Shortline in summer. It smells like used condoms and stale beer.
a convertible is a car without a top. It is windy so you should drive your convertible. Sexy girls like wind blowing through their hair. They will like to ride in your convertible. T-Tops aren’t as good as a convertible. I would go with a black or grayish color. Red sucks
fast car. beautiful girl. wind in my hair. her hand in my underwear. life is good when you have a lot of money. right honey?
I immediately thought of a car with a barbie doll cruising around in Malibu. How shallow am I? Now that I think of it, it is also an adjective that can describe an item that can change shape or form. Maybe not what I am supposed to be thinking. I don’t think so. I want a new word.
i love driving with the top down, but the real challenge is getting that j to light evenly with the wind blowing so damn hard. Oh well, it’s only a few miles to the parent-teacher conference.
I was riding in a convertible today with the top down. Getting on to the 826 going 50 MPH it started to pour.
top down, flying frenzy speed, turn it inside out, and now you’ll see…what is the main distance, inside or out, a man is convertible if he is without doubt, scream it “you are!” You are!
As I was passing by the Walgreens today, I witnessed a nice, little convertible parked alongside me. The car had an amazing cool blue finish and the black tinted windows shined gloriously in the sunlight. The license plate read “fresh” and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say this convertible was rare, but I thought, “man, forget it. Yo, homes! To Bel-Air!”
i dislike convertables. they make my hair go insane and fly about my head as though its on fire. i just dont like that. call me vain. i dont care. its annoying that the second i step out of a stupid convertable i have to put my hair in a ponytail to keep it from smothering me entirely. :p stupid stupid stupid.
oh the fun you’ll have when you’re driving through the mountains or to the beach or wherever you like… with the wind blowing through your hair, pretending to be barbie, singing the barbie girl song a million times especially if “ken” is in the passenger seat!! ;) the life of a convertible is flexible
Man I want a convertible it will draw all the cool chicks see me riding around in a convertible with a blond in the front beside me and a redhead and brunette in the back
darn, was in the middle of an email when this finally showed up. Convertible as in a car, or a transformer. Or maybe someone who converts money?
A car without a hood. It is dangerous but sexy. It makes your hair blow in the wind and your scarf blow off. Drive in one with your hunny on the beach or while you’re running away to somewhere or nowhere. Be free in the wind.
I’d like to own a convertible. Take my friends to the beach… wait! there’s no beach in Monterrey…
Oh then it wouldn’t be so nice. I don’t really like convertibles. I prefer a good car. You know… functioning car…
That reminds me, I have to take my car
Her hair was flowing in the wind. Her legs were up on the dashboard. An rgasm at 90 miles an hour in his convertible was a great Sunday afternoon surprise.
I saw this movie where the guy was riding in a convertible. Then a ginormous boulder fell on top of it. It was less pretty after that.
It was okay though. The guy didn’t need the car to overcome his midlife crisis. Buying a car for a midlife crisis is pretty lame anyway.