ive taken one before, it was kind of fun–i mean a “stretch limo”, otherwise they are just boring. like so dull.
i mean come on.
stretch that shit out. DULL
dylan
The limo rolled down the street, tinted windows rolled up. A small crowd was gathering on the sidewalk. Why would a limo be here? In such a small town? The question hung in the air as the limo stopped and the front passenger door opened.
LeahDino
The tinted windows held her inside, away from view. That girl, I loved her so. and Just like that. POOF the vision was gone. In my mind, that limo carried her to our death.
the limo whined down her hips
willowing storefronts, collective nurseries,
clean, light, flourescent hell,
dumstaged, up on neglect,
the polesitters line up for the days journey
the neospinsters wit politely
the ingrained chords of decades
of dead and living choruses rings
through the seacreatures’ lymph
Sometimes, I wonder what it’d be like to be famous enough to have a limo pick me up. Would I be happy, living that sort of life? I dunno. Part of me wants to be well-known and respected. That’d be nice. But at the same time, attention is unnerving. Uncomfortable. I guess that’s what tinted windows are for.
Her life seemed to change after her signing in with a record deal. A long, black, stretch limo brought her to a land of red carpets, dazzling lights, and flashes from cameras erupting from every corner of her vision. she was a star now, something she always dreamed of becoming but never acknowledged to someday become true.
we were sitting in the limo that night just waiting for the light to change. it was quiet. we didn’t have anything left to say to each other. anything that could have been said was said. we both knew that this was the end, but we didn’t want it to be over. “i can’t do this..” i said, slowly and softly. he grabbed my hand, held it, and said, “i don’t want to let you go.” the limo moved again, and before i knew it, i was home. it was the end.
Alice
For my birthday I would,love to have a limo to drive me from bar to bar as I drink and desperately try to fend off the knowledge of my mortality with desperate attempts at fun.
Thanks to US Coachways, we won’t have a limo for prom this year. They completely and unprofessionally denied that we had made a reservation and then later pretended that we had called to cancel it. Whatever. We don’t need a bus to have a good time – and we will have a great time.
Long car lots of windows famous people prom black white driver mini bar couch things
Carol Erickson
I remember riding in a limo once. Or twice. The first time, riding in it, feeling the cool air on my face as we stuck our heads out the window and pretended to be famous. People actually waved back. It was for my sister’s surprise birthday party. She was eleven. The second time I rode in a limo was for prom. Awkward times.
Jordyn
Limos are so fun and fanciful! I would love to ride around in a limo all day. Stick my head out of the sunroof. Wave to all the little people as I pass by. Ahh hahahaha. The life of a woman with her own, personal limo. Not my life. Obviously.
Lights flashed as I stepped out of the stretch limo. All around us, photographers stood and snapped shot after shot. I dramatically took off my sunglasses and let my luscious, blonde hair fall over my shoulders.
a limosuine is so cool i wish I got one for my sweet sixteen cuz that is pretty cool, to be honest i think it is weird how limo drivers get to see inside the limo so I am glad they have that screen thing cuz if you were doin some explicit stuff you wouldnt want anyone to see! but its weird ppl get freakayy in limos while you are driving it like ew
sim
“Relax, kitten,” Samantha purred as her leg rubbed up and down Jack’s thigh. “You’re going to do just fine.” She angled closer to him, and he fell into the depths of her indigo eyes. The moment lengthened and Jack fumbled for the limo’s phone as its ring pierced the silence. “Uh, hello?” he said. “Reese! Where are you?” Mr. Thompson’s voice sliced through Jack’s already fragile control, and he dropped the phone into Samantha’s tumbler of whiskey. “Crap!” he cried anguished while fished it out and vainly tried to dry it on his shirt. “I’ve only had this job twenty-four days. And now, Thompson’s going to fire me.” “No he won’t,” Samantha said. “Why not?” he asked hopefully. “Because I’ll tell him not to and my husband always does what I tell him to do.”
Izolda
I live in a small town. I saw a limo parked outside of our local service station. It stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a white stretch SUV limo. I’d like to think it was Lady Gaga.
shelby
Long. Straight up. Straight forward. Thru traffic. Passing E Zee. Passing in style. Passing like nobody’s business. Straight up now tell me is it gonna be you and me forever? Sing it Paula. Ride a limo. Don’t be fooled by the rocks that she’s got. You’re still watching I Love Lucy like the rest of us. Stretch.
limo reminds me of the Gossip Gilr episode where Blair and Chuck finally know that they’re meant for each other. Limos also remind me of cities, like big cities such as New York where the rich and famous live. Oh and bachelorette parties use them too.
msjm
It was dim, the warm leather against my skin soft and supple. Why I had my reservations I wasn’t certain but something said to me “no, don’t do it”
Paul Sands
The limo pulled up as they were exiting the house – right on time. But as they approached the limo it didn’t look as grand anymore. A limo was a limo, and the many limos that would be lined up outside the building was ridiculous, all of which help a maximum of three people. Realizing this, she turned and walked over to her car; he followed. It was better this way, cozier. Heck, they might even park their own car.
It’s a long black car. She sits inside of it. Drinking champagne from her long stemmed glass. She dress is short and black, she is on her way to an event. It seems superfluous but it’s what she grew up with. The limo stops, she drains her glass and readies herself for the night.
Kelly Schaffer
As James stepped out of the limo, Sydney felt herself being pulled along with him. What the hell was happening? One minute she had been a farm girl from Iowa, reading Teen Vogue and dreaming about Los Angeles. Now it was finally coming true, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though. James needed her. Not to mention she had spent five hundred dollars for a dress that barely covered her butt.
A long vehicle that is often used for special occasions like the Grammy Awards and Prom. It’s an idolized vehicle that sets the stage for a fancy evening when the passengers can feel glamorous, even if just for a night.
Kristi
So today I was at the grocery store and I saw this limo. Yeah, a limo at a grocery store. I was curious because who goes to a grocery store in a limo? Shouldn’t you go to the mall at least? Anyway, I knocked on the window and hello? Jim Carrey. I thought one, doesn’t he have people to do that for him? And two…why is he in my city?
I’ve never been in one. Those stretch hummers are a sign that the end is nigh.
Hannah
it was white, and it was stretch. the limo was there waiting on the corner. I didn’t know what elso to do. i had to go over and say hi. It had been so long and so much had happened and yet, there she was, sitting in the limo, waiting for me. Goodness knows how long she had been waiting. As I slowly walked towards the limo, Images , memories and thoughts about what happened while we’ve been apart flooded my mind. And with all my might, I just wanted to turn back.
Abby
The girl was getting ready for her 5th birthday when she saw the limo outside. It was hot pink, with boas everywhere and was ready for her and her friends to load up and go into town to the candy story and to get make-overs. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she realized it was for her.
i hate to ride in limos cause they are so overrated I think limos are dumb. I actually have never ridden in a limo maybe that’s why i don’t think they are good. I think maybe it might be nice to live in a limo while traveling across the country.
luisa
the limo pulled away from the curb and she relaxed. Looking forward to a few day away , by herself. The upgrade to first class was a good start. Now lets hope the hotel lived up to its reputation.
Kristy B
Oh Ms. Hilton you look quite beautiful today-where would you like me to park the limo?
Too opulent for my taste. I prefer simple pleasures such as napping in the grass on a spring afternoon or sighing at the moon and stars that light the cool nights or sharing body heat with the one that I love and hold them in my arms.
A long sleek black car that is designed to provide transportation to the most superior of class; those with the greatest fortune, with some need for moral justification, a visual display of their value in society. The limo is not just a transportation vehicle – it is a social statement, something that is a display of what they believe their moral worth to be. It is a piece of fortune. It is a message. And it is a very long car.
Sarah
I was getting ready to get in the limo for Junior prom when my date turned to me. He said “You look amazing tonight Chelsey.” I start to feel that totally annoying blush start to creep up my face and for the bazzilionth time I curse my red hair and freckles. Scott has never even noticed me before wednesday and now he is flinging out compliments like candy. I feel as though I should be worried about it, but brush off Jesse’s warning last night and reply,”Thanks?”
Christa Lawniczak
prom is comng up and im going with a friend. but im not going in a limo becaus eim too cheap and its a fake prom so i dont see a need for the limo. although in movies it seems fun. but everythign seems fun in movies thats the point of them isnt it?
becca
That’s what she was riding in, sleek, black–hair all up on her neck, and those light jewels on her ears. No one wanted to touch her–to taint her. She was there, and then she was gone. Stretched as far as the eye could see, under a boundless sky of empty stars.
She left a pair of cufflinks on the carpet. They whistled; glistened. Diamonds of the night sky, fallen from heaven. Resting on the tip of a pillow; buried in the dusk of the dirt. Wandering idly until they vanished.
SheWhoKnows
she steps out of the limo, shimmering black dress matching the glistening exoskeleton of the car. Her flowing chestnut hair radiates beauty, teeth straight and white with eyes an azure shade that makes the ocean seem dull. how i wish to be in her place, beauty queen with total power at her disposal from one angelic look
Driving in the back of a limo is an incredible experience. But it only happens on such occasions such as prom, VIP service to a concert, on a special date with a particular romantic, etc. It’s a glorious way to travel.
ive taken one before, it was kind of fun–i mean a “stretch limo”, otherwise they are just boring. like so dull.
i mean come on.
stretch that shit out. DULL
The limo rolled down the street, tinted windows rolled up. A small crowd was gathering on the sidewalk. Why would a limo be here? In such a small town? The question hung in the air as the limo stopped and the front passenger door opened.
The tinted windows held her inside, away from view. That girl, I loved her so. and Just like that. POOF the vision was gone. In my mind, that limo carried her to our death.
ugly, big, long, lemon, black, windows, bachorette party, wine tasting, wine county, beautiful, vineyards, gyserville,
the limo whined down her hips
willowing storefronts, collective nurseries,
clean, light, flourescent hell,
dumstaged, up on neglect,
the polesitters line up for the days journey
the neospinsters wit politely
the ingrained chords of decades
of dead and living choruses rings
through the seacreatures’ lymph
Sometimes, I wonder what it’d be like to be famous enough to have a limo pick me up. Would I be happy, living that sort of life? I dunno. Part of me wants to be well-known and respected. That’d be nice. But at the same time, attention is unnerving. Uncomfortable. I guess that’s what tinted windows are for.
everywhere i drive, when i see a limo, i get angry. they take up too much space to justify their own existence.
Her life seemed to change after her signing in with a record deal. A long, black, stretch limo brought her to a land of red carpets, dazzling lights, and flashes from cameras erupting from every corner of her vision. she was a star now, something she always dreamed of becoming but never acknowledged to someday become true.
we were sitting in the limo that night just waiting for the light to change. it was quiet. we didn’t have anything left to say to each other. anything that could have been said was said. we both knew that this was the end, but we didn’t want it to be over. “i can’t do this..” i said, slowly and softly. he grabbed my hand, held it, and said, “i don’t want to let you go.” the limo moved again, and before i knew it, i was home. it was the end.
For my birthday I would,love to have a limo to drive me from bar to bar as I drink and desperately try to fend off the knowledge of my mortality with desperate attempts at fun.
Thanks to US Coachways, we won’t have a limo for prom this year. They completely and unprofessionally denied that we had made a reservation and then later pretended that we had called to cancel it. Whatever. We don’t need a bus to have a good time – and we will have a great time.
Long car lots of windows famous people prom black white driver mini bar couch things
I remember riding in a limo once. Or twice. The first time, riding in it, feeling the cool air on my face as we stuck our heads out the window and pretended to be famous. People actually waved back. It was for my sister’s surprise birthday party. She was eleven. The second time I rode in a limo was for prom. Awkward times.
Limos are so fun and fanciful! I would love to ride around in a limo all day. Stick my head out of the sunroof. Wave to all the little people as I pass by. Ahh hahahaha. The life of a woman with her own, personal limo. Not my life. Obviously.
Lights flashed as I stepped out of the stretch limo. All around us, photographers stood and snapped shot after shot. I dramatically took off my sunglasses and let my luscious, blonde hair fall over my shoulders.
a limosuine is so cool i wish I got one for my sweet sixteen cuz that is pretty cool, to be honest i think it is weird how limo drivers get to see inside the limo so I am glad they have that screen thing cuz if you were doin some explicit stuff you wouldnt want anyone to see! but its weird ppl get freakayy in limos while you are driving it like ew
“Relax, kitten,” Samantha purred as her leg rubbed up and down Jack’s thigh. “You’re going to do just fine.” She angled closer to him, and he fell into the depths of her indigo eyes. The moment lengthened and Jack fumbled for the limo’s phone as its ring pierced the silence. “Uh, hello?” he said. “Reese! Where are you?” Mr. Thompson’s voice sliced through Jack’s already fragile control, and he dropped the phone into Samantha’s tumbler of whiskey. “Crap!” he cried anguished while fished it out and vainly tried to dry it on his shirt. “I’ve only had this job twenty-four days. And now, Thompson’s going to fire me.” “No he won’t,” Samantha said. “Why not?” he asked hopefully. “Because I’ll tell him not to and my husband always does what I tell him to do.”
I live in a small town. I saw a limo parked outside of our local service station. It stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a white stretch SUV limo. I’d like to think it was Lady Gaga.
Long. Straight up. Straight forward. Thru traffic. Passing E Zee. Passing in style. Passing like nobody’s business. Straight up now tell me is it gonna be you and me forever? Sing it Paula. Ride a limo. Don’t be fooled by the rocks that she’s got. You’re still watching I Love Lucy like the rest of us. Stretch.
limo reminds me of the Gossip Gilr episode where Blair and Chuck finally know that they’re meant for each other. Limos also remind me of cities, like big cities such as New York where the rich and famous live. Oh and bachelorette parties use them too.
It was dim, the warm leather against my skin soft and supple. Why I had my reservations I wasn’t certain but something said to me “no, don’t do it”
The limo pulled up as they were exiting the house – right on time. But as they approached the limo it didn’t look as grand anymore. A limo was a limo, and the many limos that would be lined up outside the building was ridiculous, all of which help a maximum of three people. Realizing this, she turned and walked over to her car; he followed. It was better this way, cozier. Heck, they might even park their own car.
It’s a long black car. She sits inside of it. Drinking champagne from her long stemmed glass. She dress is short and black, she is on her way to an event. It seems superfluous but it’s what she grew up with. The limo stops, she drains her glass and readies herself for the night.
As James stepped out of the limo, Sydney felt herself being pulled along with him. What the hell was happening? One minute she had been a farm girl from Iowa, reading Teen Vogue and dreaming about Los Angeles. Now it was finally coming true, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it. Now wasn’t the time to think about that, though. James needed her. Not to mention she had spent five hundred dollars for a dress that barely covered her butt.
A long vehicle that is often used for special occasions like the Grammy Awards and Prom. It’s an idolized vehicle that sets the stage for a fancy evening when the passengers can feel glamorous, even if just for a night.
So today I was at the grocery store and I saw this limo. Yeah, a limo at a grocery store. I was curious because who goes to a grocery store in a limo? Shouldn’t you go to the mall at least? Anyway, I knocked on the window and hello? Jim Carrey. I thought one, doesn’t he have people to do that for him? And two…why is he in my city?
I’ve never been in one. Those stretch hummers are a sign that the end is nigh.
it was white, and it was stretch. the limo was there waiting on the corner. I didn’t know what elso to do. i had to go over and say hi. It had been so long and so much had happened and yet, there she was, sitting in the limo, waiting for me. Goodness knows how long she had been waiting. As I slowly walked towards the limo, Images , memories and thoughts about what happened while we’ve been apart flooded my mind. And with all my might, I just wanted to turn back.
The girl was getting ready for her 5th birthday when she saw the limo outside. It was hot pink, with boas everywhere and was ready for her and her friends to load up and go into town to the candy story and to get make-overs. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she realized it was for her.
watched it pull up to the curb
leaning in the alley against a wall
ze’s going to get out soon
i hope ze’s not too excited about this play
because ze’s not going to get to see it
i hate to ride in limos cause they are so overrated I think limos are dumb. I actually have never ridden in a limo maybe that’s why i don’t think they are good. I think maybe it might be nice to live in a limo while traveling across the country.
the limo pulled away from the curb and she relaxed. Looking forward to a few day away , by herself. The upgrade to first class was a good start. Now lets hope the hotel lived up to its reputation.
Oh Ms. Hilton you look quite beautiful today-where would you like me to park the limo?
Too opulent for my taste. I prefer simple pleasures such as napping in the grass on a spring afternoon or sighing at the moon and stars that light the cool nights or sharing body heat with the one that I love and hold them in my arms.
A long sleek black car that is designed to provide transportation to the most superior of class; those with the greatest fortune, with some need for moral justification, a visual display of their value in society. The limo is not just a transportation vehicle – it is a social statement, something that is a display of what they believe their moral worth to be. It is a piece of fortune. It is a message. And it is a very long car.
I was getting ready to get in the limo for Junior prom when my date turned to me. He said “You look amazing tonight Chelsey.” I start to feel that totally annoying blush start to creep up my face and for the bazzilionth time I curse my red hair and freckles. Scott has never even noticed me before wednesday and now he is flinging out compliments like candy. I feel as though I should be worried about it, but brush off Jesse’s warning last night and reply,”Thanks?”
prom is comng up and im going with a friend. but im not going in a limo becaus eim too cheap and its a fake prom so i dont see a need for the limo. although in movies it seems fun. but everythign seems fun in movies thats the point of them isnt it?
That’s what she was riding in, sleek, black–hair all up on her neck, and those light jewels on her ears. No one wanted to touch her–to taint her. She was there, and then she was gone. Stretched as far as the eye could see, under a boundless sky of empty stars.
She left a pair of cufflinks on the carpet. They whistled; glistened. Diamonds of the night sky, fallen from heaven. Resting on the tip of a pillow; buried in the dusk of the dirt. Wandering idly until they vanished.
she steps out of the limo, shimmering black dress matching the glistening exoskeleton of the car. Her flowing chestnut hair radiates beauty, teeth straight and white with eyes an azure shade that makes the ocean seem dull. how i wish to be in her place, beauty queen with total power at her disposal from one angelic look
Driving in the back of a limo is an incredible experience. But it only happens on such occasions such as prom, VIP service to a concert, on a special date with a particular romantic, etc. It’s a glorious way to travel.