Originally Posted by 1600' post='822058' date='Mar 20 2009, 10:40 PM

phylosophical? Is this just a misspell or am I missing the pun?

Originally Posted by 530goinon850' post='821970' date='Mar 20 2009, 08:20 AM

I'm sitting inside a starbucks right now and eyeing my german model wife - the alpine white beauty, that is restfully parked right outside the window. I'm looking at her and I can't help but feel mesmerised by her beauty: perfect body, gorgeous face; the waist line, even the shoes - she's perfect. And as I'm sitting here marvelling at myself for having attained such a fine automotive specimen all to myself, thinking "how did a kid who grew up in the streets of Russia's "criminal capital" ever manage to get this lucky!"; I can't help but think of this girl I'm friends with. You see, this girl is a supermodel, and each time you hit the scene in company of a six foot one brunette with a perfect body and eyes most men would give their lives to see smile, you'll notice two things: you will see that every guy will stare at her in awe and stare you down in blind fury. You see, that's what I feel like, when I take my e60 out. When people say "BMW drivers are assholes", or when other BMW drivers complain that they are hated, I can't help but draw a parallel. When I take a supermodel to dinner or to a cafe, or club, or a movie - and I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't do it often at all - when others stare, it's a sign of admiration of one's beauty. Some guys get angry when other guys eye their women, me - I feel proud. I did not grow up having many things others could admire, I did not have "new Russian" money - contrary, I grew up fatherless, with more than one immediate family member affected by alcoholism. I always wanted to be that guy - like all those "rich" people, with a great german car and a hot girl in the passenger seat. And while my choice of long-term relationships when it comes to women is definitely NOT supermodels (I tend to go for the girls next door types for jus about anything longer than a one night stand), my choice of cars has always been the supermodel type. So how do I reconcile with all those people staring at me when I'm stepping out of my Bimmer, opening the passenger door to let out a girl, whose legs are longer than some people's height? I feel proud of what I've done with my life, I feel nothing but love for all these haters and ain't nothing gonna change this, cuz they remind me of how I used to stare at the older guys in my neighbourhood, thinking "one day I'll be like that too"

Originally Posted by ynottony' post='822918' date='Mar 21 2009, 10:13 AM

Does anyone else hear the Grammar and Spelling Nazi police quickly approaching?

Originally Posted by corgidog' post='822897' date='Mar 21 2009, 02:28 PM

If an E60 is a 6'1 super model that all men lust after, then what the heck is an Aston Martin DB9?

Originally Posted by 530goinon850' post='821970' date='Mar 20 2009, 01:20 PM

I'm sitting inside a starbucks right now and eyeing my german model wife - the alpine white beauty, that is restfully parked right outside the window. I'm looking at her and I can't help but feel mesmerised by her beauty: perfect body, gorgeous face; the waist line, even the shoes - she's perfect. And as I'm sitting here marvelling at myself for having attained such a fine automotive specimen all to myself, thinking "how did a kid who grew up in the streets of Russia's "criminal capital" ever manage to get this lucky!"; I can't help but think of this girl I'm friends with. You see, this girl is a supermodel, and each time you hit the scene in company of a six foot one brunette with a perfect body and eyes most men would give their lives to see smile, you'll notice two things: you will see that every guy will stare at her in awe and stare you down in blind fury. You see, that's what I feel like, when I take my e60 out. When people say "BMW drivers are assholes", or when other BMW drivers complain that they are hated, I can't help but draw a parallel. When I take a supermodel to dinner or to a cafe, or club, or a movie - and I'm not gonna lie to you, I don't do it often at all - when others stare, it's a sign of admiration of one's beauty. Some guys get angry when other guys eye their women, me - I feel proud. I did not grow up having many things others could admire, I did not have "new Russian" money - contrary, I grew up fatherless, with more than one immediate family member affected by alcoholism. I always wanted to be that guy - like all those "rich" people, with a great german car and a hot girl in the passenger seat. And while my choice of long-term relationships when it comes to women is definitely NOT supermodels (I tend to go for the girls next door types for jus about anything longer than a one night stand), my choice of cars has always been the supermodel type. So how do I reconcile with all those people staring at me when I'm stepping out of my Bimmer, opening the passenger door to let out a girl, whose legs are longer than some people's height? I feel proud of what I've done with my life, I feel nothing but love for all these haters and ain't nothing gonna change this, cuz they remind me of how I used to stare at the older guys in my neighbourhood, thinking "one day I'll be like that too"