Funny Corvette Shirts Novels & Stories

Corvette opened the door and there was Luke, all clean and fresh after showering. “Hello Luke,” Corvette said with a sexy smile. “Hi Corvette,” Luke replied, thinking how hot she looked in her figure-hugging dress and high heels. “Come in,” Corvette said invitingly, stepping aside to allow Luke to pass. As Luke walked past, Corvette brushed her tits against his arm. “Oops. Sorry Luke,” she said as she giggled. “That’s okay, Corvette,” he replied, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “Take a seat, Luke. Do you want a drink? I’ve got a beer in the fridge if you’d like one.”

“21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?” “These awful-looking rags?” she eyed the shirts with disgust. “I bet you could make anything look good.” Tobias flashed her a smile as he handed her two different colored shirts to assess. Smooth talker, Colleen thought. Valentina ended up settling for the blue v-neck tee-shirt and posing for over ten pictures, refusing Colleen’s offer of juice under the excuse that she didn’t want to lose her shape by taking sugar.

They had purses but I snagged a backpack that was shaped like a cup of ramen that I could put all the clothes in. It was easy to see Marek’s towering figure in the men’s section. He was looking at the wall of shirts that were displayed with funny sayings or pop culture references. Walking the cart up next to him, I nudged him with my elbow. “Find anything you like?” “Why are they $25 each?” I had to seriously shove down the laughter. “If you buy three it actually breaks down to $17 each.” “I’m pretty sure I could buy every shirt on this wall and it would still be e cheaper than the one I’m wearing.”

"I don't think you'll have any trouble. Most of the T-shirts I've ever seen would fit nicely in that category." People crammed the shops and the sidewalks, so movement was slow, but they weren't in any hurry. Aside from that one tense moment, Kaitlyn was happy to be hanging out with Ryan. It took her mind off her devastating career situation and made her think of other things. By the time they headed back to their cottages, they'd each bought a crazy T-shirt. Hers read, Having a beach of a time and Ryan's bore the legend, Florida Wild Hog with a picture of the animal on it. She also bought a pair of flip-flops with a crazy colorful design on the soles.

It was a simple black tank top that cut off above the midriff. There was a Spade on the front with a “Q” inside of it, and on the back, black letters spelled out “Certified Black Cock Slut”. It arrived in a plain brown box with a note that read “NO BRA!!!”. The words were underlined several times, and the note was signed “June Maki, CoS Wardrobe Department”. After trying it on in the mirror, sans bra of course, I made a mental note to give June the biggest hug in the world when I finally met her.

Leesa trusted that Cali would never reveal anything about Stefan—who had kissed Cali’s hand several times, much to her delight—but Cali was not above an inside joke, as shown by her shirt. Caitlin, who also liked to express messages with her T-shirts, was sitting in Cali’s desk chair, which she had turned around to face the bed and the door. Her burnt orange shirt was stretched tight across her full breasts. This one read “Always Up For Fun,” which was among the tamer messages Leesa had seen on her friend. Stacie sat cross-legged on the floor, the way she often did. Even with Leesa’s bad leg having been healed by Dominic, she doubted she could cross her legs the way Stacie did. In keeping wi

It was pretty funny, she had to admit as she laughed. “Don’t laugh,” Nick complained. “It only encourages them.” “Aw, come on, Nick,” Ricky said. “You know you like us.” “I like Ms. Malloy.” Nick slipped an arm around Shannon’s shoulders and pulled her to his side. “I like fast cars and barbecued ribs. You guys, I tolerate. Sometimes. Although I don’t know why.” “Because we’re cool, man.” Tim gripped Ricky’s nose between his index and middle knuckles and pretended to twist.

It was not that expensive. We immediately entered the shop and our eyes immediately met the hanging white t-shirts with BATANES written on them but nothing was written after that. Maybe that is their customized shirts that you can put your name on. "I'll get three for us!" After saying that, he immediately took three white shirts and went to the counter. I was shaking. I looked outside because it was a glass wall there and I saw that Reed was going to enter there while Cayden was with Lucas and Scarlet. Scarlet was snaking again with Cayden which made me frown. The face is really hard.

I had barely gotten in through the door of the mall when he sent me a gif of Wayne and Garth from Wayne's World, bowing, and captioned "We're Not Worthy!" Asshole. But I was kind of getting arrogant enough to say into the thin air, "Damn straight you ain't." The shirt I ended up buying was a pretty dope cloud pattern of sky blue and white. The only place the Crayola factory had thrown up on it were the insides of the collar and cuffs.

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