nvertible is a car extraordinary i want one if I had the money I will buy so I can catch some chics maybe have sex with them also I could go to school its great I like it
luis
I looked at the convertible. I knew it was the symbol of his mid life crisis… I knew it was the start of when things went wrong in our marriage… and I grabbed the shovel placed nearby in the garden… and I let rip… smashing that convertible with all my pent up rage and frustration…. I hated it… and him.
mrskemp
Agh! I hate convertibles. Actually, I love convertibles; I just don’t want to own one. Or ride around in one. I love the way they look, but they stress me out. I HATE the wind. What else is a convertible but a giant wind factory? I wish I could love them.
Dreamybee
i first heard dis word from nancy drew’s book. d blue concertible of hers.. from dat day i have dreamt of having my own ble convertible, popping into it and den running after a case.
sajitha
I once knew a man with a red TC convertible his name was Samuel Dean Norman II – I love him He did not understand I wanted nothing more from him and he walked away from the best relationship he would ever come to know- I miss him dearly. If you cross his path be kind to him.
random girl
a car with no top, funto drive, fun to stand up in while driving, a more exspensive car than one with a top, nice looking, and driving a guys car looking for chicks, then you can throw your dogs init and jump in it without opening the doors. after that you just drive drive drive, and its fun because you dont have to look through the windows just looking around makes it funnier to drive thats all i can write about it. my brother in law had one when i was growing up he took me and my friends for a ride , but when i got in i slammed my finger in the car door and instead of riding we ended up going to the hosital and had to have stitches put in my fingr instead it was a horrible ordeal.
barbara
i alreeady had this word. i guess if i parked again under the pecan tree like i park the delta 88 it would fill with those yellow pollen strings and crushed shells with the fruit plucked out by red squirells and my mother would come clean it out when i was gone
elise
se rode under the ear trees. this time last year. they were bright whtite in bloom in front of the high school red brick facade with the/ marble texas sandstone cornice. where were we then? i can’t be thinking about the grass and it in my nails and on my jeans.
cara d.n.
i was driving through the landscape with the top rolled down thinking to myself, “god, this is great, i’m finally free.” I let go of my scarf and watched as it flew through the wind behind the speeding car. “What was that?” Said thomas, laughing.
Tavo
Hey I already got this one whats going on!? Oh well so as i was saying my bowels flew away but its pokey cause i caught them later after i had killed my sister but thats another story for when i get a sisters.
Tongebeast
When i grow up i want to own 5 cars a pink mustangereer with doplphin wings & lots of chicken. However last time i hated chickie my bowels flew awy over the sea, over the ocean wow!
Tonguebeast
it was my old and first car. I hated the piece of shit. my dad gave it to me for christmas, and a week later the damn trasmition dies out. I think he did it on purpouse. I wouldnt put it past him. My father can be a pretty evil guy like that. I remember the day he told me he was giving it to me. I alsmost cried in how much i had to spend on it to make it run right.
Liz
A convertible life, if only I could change how or who I am by pressing a button. To become adaptable to my environment. To be suave and smooth at the same time. To understand things from two perspectives. To see the world free.
Ross
convertible is something like a car, right?
No.
That can’t be right.
I think I’m thinking of a convertable?
Maybe I should learn how to spell.
That’s really what I need to do.
But you’d think I’d know what the word convertible is.
The fact that I don’t is rather pathetic.
And now my battery is low on my laptop.
And I’m almost out of time.
Amber
car duh sometimes badass sometimes lame specially when a bald guy is riding one hahaha….convertible mustangs are lame…nuff said…..and does convertible have any other meaning cuz i dont know????…..
cilia
Convertibles are amazing and tragic. The amazing bit is driving around with the wind in your hair the world at your feet. The tragic part is its mostly when people are closer tp then end and care less for such things that they get one.
iman
Oh what a time. It is snowing, and the days of convertiblism are over. It is icy, snowing, and dreary out there on this Wednesday morning at 1 am. The candle’s flicker is the only thing warming.
Lizzy
there is a car. it is driving along the road. red. shiny. convertible. 16th birthday, he is a rich kid who has never worked a day in his life. his friends are in the car and they are speeding down the main street of there small secluded suburban excuse for a downtown. they think theyre cool. convertibles really arent that great.
Haley
hair blowing in the wind, such a remarkable thing so pretty and wild in the moivies, but totally iratating in real life not to mention a compleate mess to deal with. Still having that feeling is worth I guess, although I dont know if its becouse of the movies or just because it feels good.
Katie J.
living with someone and not anymore. worrying about keeping someone awake with my interests. walking around on tip toes through the residence. now, top down, shes gone and i’m happy. a new day and a few breeze. i think i’ll get a new haircut to match.
joydivision
wind in my hair
summer days
beaches
belting songs with my friends
not a care in the world
love
friendship
freedom
Kara
Bending and breaking. A compromise for springtime that swings the face into view. The world looking down and you up at the blue. the world swings at your vision but the catepillars live faster than you
Wil
I dont want a convertible but thats cool. Oh i dont like cars that much so it must be why. I wonder why i am doing this. The beggining of the word is short for convention and vert is upside down and ble is the sound u make when annoyed
Ethan
changable,something that can be changed to another form so that it can be used in a different manner or purpose
binin
car sports car fast red fast beutifuel expensive four wheels
maria loera
The convertible sat in my driveway. “Why the heck is that rusty old thing back again?” I wondered to myself. The doors, much to my surprise, opened. Needless to say I was shocked to see who was really behind all of this fear and concern over the past few weeks.
Ashley
top down reminds me of rich folks and pretty scarves (well, that they think are pretty). I rode in a convertible once when I was working at a stable in illinois. I would do anything to ride any pony there. This lady had a fancy horse and drove around in her fancy convertible. She made a rude comment about whether or not I would have dinner to eat. I felt bad. I don’t like convertibles.
meg
white on white careening down the highway with friends for the moment, drunk off of time and space… No hope for the past and no cares
Thomas Ellinger
something that turns the car into something… awesome. that awesomeness is what women love. buy a convertible. you will earn money and have skills only men with mustaches have. get it? got it? good. Now go ahead and purchase one, or just hack the top off your current ride, yo. It’s about time to enjoy what life will throw at you when the top is missing.
Drop top, baby. drop it down low low low low lowwwwww. Yeah… and don’t cut it with the scissors.
Marc Reymon Miller
Convertible. That automatically makes me think of cars. Or tupperware. Strange. I don’t think I’ve ever been too fond of the cars but I sort of like the idea of convertible. It’s…different. Capable of change. Not limited to just one thing. Pretty awesome. I wish I was convertible. Or is it were? Nevermind. But it would be neat to be, like, some sort of rpg character…and have my normal, human identity. How’d I do it? I’m CONVERTIBLE!
prism
i really need a new car. i mean sometimes i just want to go to the dmv and get my license. although i’m only fifteen years old that wouldn’t really matter, would it? it’s the thought that counts though. i think i would definately settle for a small car that isn’t that expensive. as long as it runs good and wont break down on me, i’m not complaining. i don’t need much in life to keep me happy. its all good.
brittany hart
open air, i sometimes thing about it not like the inside, but outside; outside of the convent, not quite a convert. There are things I wish I hadn’t of said, things I wish I could take back. I am the inner-side, open air other word, sometimes I think two-fold. Not here, nor there.
Jason
a lot of people like convertibles but i don’t see the attraction. i mean i guess in the summer it’s great because you can get cooled by the wind but i just don’t find them appealing. it’s just me, i guess.
zenas
His car was a convertible and I was so scared and rattled the first night he showed up in it. He drove fast and reckless and even though I knew the girl sitting next to me, crammed in the back seat, was with him, I did not mind.
Really, nothing was in my head then.
mmmm
i drove the converttible down the street, the wind in my hair. this is what it feels like to be rich and young. all i could think is of the people looking at me, wishing they were me. it brought me an undeniable joy. i could feel the rpms as my foot pressed the gas pedal.
will
everything has two forms
one worse behaved
and
if you tweak one a little
and press just the right buttons
they become
someone
else entirely and then
they fit you like two pieces so next
time you touch
be careful what you
make them
be
come
Kelly Foster
convertibles are cute and have no rooves. i like them. i hate writing this pressured. i wonder how long that green line gets to take up the full thirty seconds? color change =SCARY! red convertible.
charlotte
I thought about what it would be like to have a convertible car, but I prefer my long hair. I think my father had contemplated buying a convertible mini cooper. I’d like to get a convertible sofa for my living room, except I don’t think I have enough room for one.
Vivienne
The tired screech as they turn around the corner. That screech is followed by another screech- a scream of horror. The street slowly takes on a deep dark color, a much deeper red than the red of the car
pandorasxbox
Not bad for a hooker. Cherry red convertible, top down, shining like a show girl’s lipstick.
Loretta licked her lips, and adjusted her Audrey Hepburn glasses. Not bad at all.
nvertible is a car extraordinary i want one if I had the money I will buy so I can catch some chics maybe have sex with them also I could go to school its great I like it
I looked at the convertible. I knew it was the symbol of his mid life crisis… I knew it was the start of when things went wrong in our marriage… and I grabbed the shovel placed nearby in the garden… and I let rip… smashing that convertible with all my pent up rage and frustration…. I hated it… and him.
Agh! I hate convertibles. Actually, I love convertibles; I just don’t want to own one. Or ride around in one. I love the way they look, but they stress me out. I HATE the wind. What else is a convertible but a giant wind factory? I wish I could love them.
i first heard dis word from nancy drew’s book. d blue concertible of hers.. from dat day i have dreamt of having my own ble convertible, popping into it and den running after a case.
I once knew a man with a red TC convertible his name was Samuel Dean Norman II – I love him He did not understand I wanted nothing more from him and he walked away from the best relationship he would ever come to know- I miss him dearly. If you cross his path be kind to him.
a car with no top, funto drive, fun to stand up in while driving, a more exspensive car than one with a top, nice looking, and driving a guys car looking for chicks, then you can throw your dogs init and jump in it without opening the doors. after that you just drive drive drive, and its fun because you dont have to look through the windows just looking around makes it funnier to drive thats all i can write about it. my brother in law had one when i was growing up he took me and my friends for a ride , but when i got in i slammed my finger in the car door and instead of riding we ended up going to the hosital and had to have stitches put in my fingr instead it was a horrible ordeal.
i alreeady had this word. i guess if i parked again under the pecan tree like i park the delta 88 it would fill with those yellow pollen strings and crushed shells with the fruit plucked out by red squirells and my mother would come clean it out when i was gone
se rode under the ear trees. this time last year. they were bright whtite in bloom in front of the high school red brick facade with the/ marble texas sandstone cornice. where were we then? i can’t be thinking about the grass and it in my nails and on my jeans.
i was driving through the landscape with the top rolled down thinking to myself, “god, this is great, i’m finally free.” I let go of my scarf and watched as it flew through the wind behind the speeding car. “What was that?” Said thomas, laughing.
Hey I already got this one whats going on!? Oh well so as i was saying my bowels flew away but its pokey cause i caught them later after i had killed my sister but thats another story for when i get a sisters.
When i grow up i want to own 5 cars a pink mustangereer with doplphin wings & lots of chicken. However last time i hated chickie my bowels flew awy over the sea, over the ocean wow!
it was my old and first car. I hated the piece of shit. my dad gave it to me for christmas, and a week later the damn trasmition dies out. I think he did it on purpouse. I wouldnt put it past him. My father can be a pretty evil guy like that. I remember the day he told me he was giving it to me. I alsmost cried in how much i had to spend on it to make it run right.
A convertible life, if only I could change how or who I am by pressing a button. To become adaptable to my environment. To be suave and smooth at the same time. To understand things from two perspectives. To see the world free.
convertible is something like a car, right?
No.
That can’t be right.
I think I’m thinking of a convertable?
Maybe I should learn how to spell.
That’s really what I need to do.
But you’d think I’d know what the word convertible is.
The fact that I don’t is rather pathetic.
And now my battery is low on my laptop.
And I’m almost out of time.
car duh sometimes badass sometimes lame specially when a bald guy is riding one hahaha….convertible mustangs are lame…nuff said…..and does convertible have any other meaning cuz i dont know????…..
Convertibles are amazing and tragic. The amazing bit is driving around with the wind in your hair the world at your feet. The tragic part is its mostly when people are closer tp then end and care less for such things that they get one.
Oh what a time. It is snowing, and the days of convertiblism are over. It is icy, snowing, and dreary out there on this Wednesday morning at 1 am. The candle’s flicker is the only thing warming.
there is a car. it is driving along the road. red. shiny. convertible. 16th birthday, he is a rich kid who has never worked a day in his life. his friends are in the car and they are speeding down the main street of there small secluded suburban excuse for a downtown. they think theyre cool. convertibles really arent that great.
hair blowing in the wind, such a remarkable thing so pretty and wild in the moivies, but totally iratating in real life not to mention a compleate mess to deal with. Still having that feeling is worth I guess, although I dont know if its becouse of the movies or just because it feels good.
living with someone and not anymore. worrying about keeping someone awake with my interests. walking around on tip toes through the residence. now, top down, shes gone and i’m happy. a new day and a few breeze. i think i’ll get a new haircut to match.
wind in my hair
summer days
beaches
belting songs with my friends
not a care in the world
love
friendship
freedom
Bending and breaking. A compromise for springtime that swings the face into view. The world looking down and you up at the blue. the world swings at your vision but the catepillars live faster than you
I dont want a convertible but thats cool. Oh i dont like cars that much so it must be why. I wonder why i am doing this. The beggining of the word is short for convention and vert is upside down and ble is the sound u make when annoyed
changable,something that can be changed to another form so that it can be used in a different manner or purpose
car sports car fast red fast beutifuel expensive four wheels
The convertible sat in my driveway. “Why the heck is that rusty old thing back again?” I wondered to myself. The doors, much to my surprise, opened. Needless to say I was shocked to see who was really behind all of this fear and concern over the past few weeks.
top down reminds me of rich folks and pretty scarves (well, that they think are pretty). I rode in a convertible once when I was working at a stable in illinois. I would do anything to ride any pony there. This lady had a fancy horse and drove around in her fancy convertible. She made a rude comment about whether or not I would have dinner to eat. I felt bad. I don’t like convertibles.
white on white careening down the highway with friends for the moment, drunk off of time and space… No hope for the past and no cares
something that turns the car into something… awesome. that awesomeness is what women love. buy a convertible. you will earn money and have skills only men with mustaches have. get it? got it? good. Now go ahead and purchase one, or just hack the top off your current ride, yo. It’s about time to enjoy what life will throw at you when the top is missing.
Drop top, baby. drop it down low low low low lowwwwww. Yeah… and don’t cut it with the scissors.
Convertible. That automatically makes me think of cars. Or tupperware. Strange. I don’t think I’ve ever been too fond of the cars but I sort of like the idea of convertible. It’s…different. Capable of change. Not limited to just one thing. Pretty awesome. I wish I was convertible. Or is it were? Nevermind. But it would be neat to be, like, some sort of rpg character…and have my normal, human identity. How’d I do it? I’m CONVERTIBLE!
i really need a new car. i mean sometimes i just want to go to the dmv and get my license. although i’m only fifteen years old that wouldn’t really matter, would it? it’s the thought that counts though. i think i would definately settle for a small car that isn’t that expensive. as long as it runs good and wont break down on me, i’m not complaining. i don’t need much in life to keep me happy. its all good.
open air, i sometimes thing about it not like the inside, but outside; outside of the convent, not quite a convert. There are things I wish I hadn’t of said, things I wish I could take back. I am the inner-side, open air other word, sometimes I think two-fold. Not here, nor there.
a lot of people like convertibles but i don’t see the attraction. i mean i guess in the summer it’s great because you can get cooled by the wind but i just don’t find them appealing. it’s just me, i guess.
His car was a convertible and I was so scared and rattled the first night he showed up in it. He drove fast and reckless and even though I knew the girl sitting next to me, crammed in the back seat, was with him, I did not mind.
Really, nothing was in my head then.
i drove the converttible down the street, the wind in my hair. this is what it feels like to be rich and young. all i could think is of the people looking at me, wishing they were me. it brought me an undeniable joy. i could feel the rpms as my foot pressed the gas pedal.
everything has two forms
one worse behaved
and
if you tweak one a little
and press just the right buttons
they become
someone
else entirely and then
they fit you like two pieces so next
time you touch
be careful what you
make them
be
come
convertibles are cute and have no rooves. i like them. i hate writing this pressured. i wonder how long that green line gets to take up the full thirty seconds? color change =SCARY! red convertible.
I thought about what it would be like to have a convertible car, but I prefer my long hair. I think my father had contemplated buying a convertible mini cooper. I’d like to get a convertible sofa for my living room, except I don’t think I have enough room for one.
The tired screech as they turn around the corner. That screech is followed by another screech- a scream of horror. The street slowly takes on a deep dark color, a much deeper red than the red of the car
Not bad for a hooker. Cherry red convertible, top down, shining like a show girl’s lipstick.
Loretta licked her lips, and adjusted her Audrey Hepburn glasses. Not bad at all.