I knew one person who named her car. She was almost as big as her car come to think of it. Maybe she saw it as a peer. She called the car Poppy (it was red.) She was the worst driver in NJ. When I drove with her I'd break fingernails clutching the dash and wear my heels down to a nub braking the imaginary pedal. Back at work she used to hang out in front of any number of offices (where the males sat of course) and rub her back up & down their door jam to scratch it [like a grizzly in heat].
Are you implying only fat people name their cars?
Heh.. Jen drives like a maniac, I use the "Oh sh*t" bar frequently when I'm a passenger and she is the driver.
Hey.. speaking of worst drivers did anyone catch the thing in Readers Digest about which horoscope signs make the worst drivers?
As for using the door jam (is it jam or jamb?) to scratch backs.. well, I used to do that.. not in front of anyone, just at home. Shoot, when you're at the office or out and about you can always find someone to scratch your back for you.
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much. - Mother Theresa