Stitch Blue Punch Buggy Novels & Stories

She just so happened to see a vehicle carrying around seven to eight girls out of the house. The vehicle looked quite similar to a golf buggy. However, the buggy was made of wood, not steel. The buggy had six wheels, and they were all made of wood. It had beautiful engravings on it and had been painted thoroughly. It looked so exquisite to the point that it looked like it could have been a museum treasure. A woman sitting in the driver's seat was turning the steering wheel. Next to the steering wheel, there was a handbrake, both gold in color.

She asked if I kissed it before bed at night, too. I show him the picture of my mid-70's powder blue Beetle that I cherished, even if it was an ugly rust-bucket. I truly did love it, even when it caused me problems with not starting. And, if I'm being honest, the interior smelled like cheese. It was practically being held together by rust. It wasn't that great or reliable, but it was mine. It might have sputtered and lurched, and there was absolutely no way I could drive it out of town for fear of being stranded on the side of the road, but the memories within that metal contraption were worth driving a piece of crap around. Not to mention, I loved seeing people punch each other as I'd drive