Funny Corvette Shirts Novels & Stories

However, for her personally, she had felt called to be a warrior and worked her ass off to accomplish it. I congratulated him on finding her. He thanked me, his gaze shifting between his sister and me. Finch and Adam coming down the hallway drew his attention before he voiced anything. We made our way outside moments before a gorgeous ass car came into view. All four of us guys whistled at the midnight blue 2025 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 that was approaching the packhouse. There were nice cars, great cars, and then there were fucking epic cars. That car right there was the latter classification.

It sucked after a long overnight shift, but it beat a drunk driver walking away. Terry’s 1970 Corvette LT1 sits under a custom tarp so it escapes sun damage. The Vette is cherry red and gorgeous. If Terry wasn’t such a douche, I would have taken him up on his offer to drive the Vette around the block to check out how she handles. I also discovered that Terry’s offers are aliases for a quickie against the side of any semi-private shaded area he can find. I swear I couldn’t make this shit up. I’m even sure Terry has his Lothario locations mapped out. With these thoughts, imaginary, creepy-crawlies slide across my skin. Why does my life suck so bad that I need to come here in hopes of a new cas

Somehow Sierra and my dad have beaten me here, no doubt wanting to be present for an unnecessary send-off. Julian arrives at precisely nine and be still my heart, his Corvette is gorgeous as hell. Black and shiny as can be. The gleam causing it to appear as if it just came out of the car wash. My fist flies to my mouth in an attempt to muffle my groan, which becomes much harder to hide when Julian gets out of the car. When have white, v-neck t-shirts become my thing? Apparently, since the second I caught sight of Julian Ashford wearing one. His short, gray swim shorts showcase his quads and have me immediately thanking God for the newest trends in men's fashion.

"Looks like your little lady wants to send you a message, look at that, on her shirt, man!' he chortled. Belatedly I remembered which old T shirt I had pulled on in my haste. It had been a gift from Tanya , an old, faded one that I wore when I was cleaning out stuff. Like I had been doing this afternoon. ** The one that had the great caption: HORNY AND WET RAIN, DEAR!!! With a cartoon head of a coy-looking deer peeking out.

I sighed resignedly, looking at the crowd of excited students in the parking lot as Martin drove into the school. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked after killing his engine and facing me. I squeezed my face when my eyes landed, for the umpteenth time that morning, on another of his weird shirts, stifling a groan as I gazed at the Jamaican character with big glasses on and the words 'Man dem' written on it. It dared to be bright yellow. “Where do you get these things?” I let my hand hover in front of his shirt. He looked down at it, and I could tell from his facial expression that he didn't find anything wrong with it.

I instinctively began apologizing, even as his face turned darker with every word i spit out. "Sure, go ahead." He said darkly, my heart stopped for a second. "What?" "Go ahead and replace the shirt, but i Will have you know that this is a limited edition new Cismst shirt, it was sown by the renowned Italian fashion designer, you should know that." Boom.

He joked that he’d have to try a few girls out first. The one plan we both agreed on was to have matching cars. We chose 1984 chevy corvettes, his in cherry apple red and mine in teal. I can't even remember how we came to pick the exact year, make, and model. It was mostly Marky tossing out the car ideas; I just remember agreeing and making it official. “Spit and shake on it” he had said. I watched him spit in his hand and reach it out for me to shake. Doing the same, we made the promise right then and there in the middle of the summer heat wave to make our dreams a reality.

I say, smiling shyly. "Oh, girl you were fucking him," Shane smirks as Vincent parks the car in front of the studio. "Bye, Lilly-Ann." He smiles rolling down the window. Lorenzo comes storming out still on the phone, he looks pissed. He just nods and jumps in at the back. "Your shirt, "I shout as they speed off. "Well, at least he left you a souvenir." Shane smiles, holding the door for me to enter. "Yeah." I smile sniffing it once more.

Colt said over my head, and Axel flashed him a toothy grin. “I have discovered that they are quite fun.” I halted my footsteps, turning to a smaller stage where men prowled the length of the glass deck in wet shirts, flexing their muscles under, before ripping their shirts off while the women screamed. Colt stopped beside me, and held his hand over my eyes at the next model who ripped his wet shirt off. I laughed, swatting his hand away before turning around to catch up with Axel, who was heading towards the pop-up food court.

Nothing was out in the open except for a few cologne bottles, but they were fixed neatly on the dresser, so I assumed that was where they belonged. I walked over to the dresser. I knelt and opened the bottom drawer to reveal two neat stacks of clothes. The pile on the right was hoodies, and the stack to the left was sweatshirts. I grabbed the stack of sweatshirts to look for one I liked. As I looked through the pile, I saw one that was a familiar shade of green. I took it out, so I could look at it. The Marine Corps Eagle, Globe, and Anchor were printed on the left breast. This was an official Marine Corps P.T. sweatshirt. I looked at the tag on the sweatshirt and saw 'Carter' neatly written