To: NRx
I owned a 56 pink Cadillac with all the extras including wonder bad radio and automatic headlight dimming.
To: Retired Chemist
Well now you may think I'm foolish For the foolish things I do You may wonder how come I love you When you get on my nerves like you do Well baby you know you bug me There ain't no secret 'bout that Well come on over here and hug me Baby I'll spill the facts Well honey it ain't your money 'Cause baby I got plenty of that I love you for your pink Cadillac Crushed velvet seats Riding in the back Oozing down the street Waving to the girls Feeling out of sight Spending all my money On a Saturday night Honey I just wonder what you do there in the back Of your pink Cadillac Pink Cadillac
8 posted on
11/02/2017 2:46:39 PM PDT by
NRx
(A man of integrity passes his father's civilization to his son, without selling it off to strangers.)
To: Retired Chemist
My wife took her Texas Panhandle driver test in her grandmother’s ‘60s Cadillac. The tester asked her to turn on the headlights. She replied, “They turn themselves on.” The driver told her to parallel park. Like any small-town Texan, she just pulled straight into the parking spot.
He passed her anyway. She was very cute.
55 posted on
11/02/2017 6:09:10 PM PDT by
AZLiberty
(The logical endpoint of "zero-tolerance history" is zero history.)
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