Junk in my trunk


I’m not going to lie, my ride is a powder blue Lincoln Town Car. One of its redeeming qualities is the fact that it has an exquisitely expansive trunk. When the dude climbs in the trunk in this video, that’s no joke. You can have a party back there. Or a morgue.

‘Member how I hated my dancing lessons? When I was taking tap, I spent a good portion of the time across the street, shoplifting, then eating these babies (I loved the pudding version too).

I never did master much more than “shuffle off the buffalo”.

“Black and Gold”


About megstar73

I'm a 37 year old living in the East Bay near San Pablo Bay. I have worked as a Gallery Assistant at a small community college and am a medical assistant who has trained as a phlebotomist. I need to find time in my busy schedule as the mother of a very active toddler to study and get my phlebotomist's license. Interests include cheese, exotic beverages (not the alcoholic kind), ethnic food, improving my culinary skills, bacon, reading, music of all genres and combining all of the above together with friends! Last but not least, I love being the mother of a beautiful, sweet darling little girl. How lucky am I?

5 responses »

  1. oh my god!! again?!

    only apple for me. and it was how i knew my mom loved me. instead of a wheat bran raisin muffin for my school lunch dessert…she’d throw in an apple fruit pie.

    and i’d lick my finger so as not to miss a smidge of that frosted coating…remember that?!

    yay. my weekend can officially begin.

    {and thanks for your comment…i hated people thinking i was the victim, you know? xoxo.}

  2. You got it lady. My fave? Chery, except my mother wouldn’t have been caught dead giving me one. She never even bought Cheerios b/c they had too much sugar.

  3. oh those good ‘ol Hostess pies…berry was my favorite. I had to hide the wrapper in the neighbor’s garbage can, these were a total no-no in our house…

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