When you told me you were getting me "a cute little car" for my 16th birthday, Daddy, I never dreamed that this is what you had in mind. How desperate you must be to prove to your only daughter that you have a sense of humor. Trust me, I know now. Point taken. You're friggin' HILARIOUS.
What am I gonna say to all my friends who are expecting me to be the designated driver on Saturday? They're coutning on me to have a car. We're going shoe shopping, for God's sake!
This is so not cool. Honestly, this is worse than that Hello Kitty Chastity Belt you got me last year.
So embarrassing.
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