Michelle is dressing up as an iPhone for Halloween. Bryan notes it, along with other items at Hot Air.
When I turned 17, driving age in NJ, my Mother thought it would be funny to give me a VW - black, four inches long and filled with some repugnant cologne. Okay, they helped me get my first "Bug" later and I did get a first car, just not the one I wanted right away.
But that damned cologne bottle ... I still carry the scars. Buck up, Allah. If there isn't an i-Phone in your future ... Michelle is indeed the Wicked Witch of the Right. And I really don't think that's the case.


In a small community named Flanders, New Jersey, I bought a '72 Camaro with $700 in the summer of 1981. It had a V8 and could spin the tires when the road was wet. When I got my first real job, I bought an '82 Mustang with a "Windsor" 302, according to Wikipedia. (I thought of it as a Boss 302 until I visited Wikipedia to confirm what it was.) I was stupid enough (21 years old) to GIVE my baby sister the Camaro when I bought the Mustang.
Posted by: Al in St. Lou | Thursday, November 01, 2007 at 12:03 AM