Let’s go back to the days when we would put the top down on that convertible red Eclipse and go down the Nags Head bridge at 100 miles per hour at midnight. Let’s go back to Run Hill. The nights I’ll never forget. The nights we kissed under the stars. I say I regret them, but you should know that I never will. Those memories will forever be in the very center of my heart.
convertible again? more time from last night, came up quicker. don’t know what to write this time really, um…. could be interesting! a car, of course – spelled right?
i like to drive with the top down because it feels great. i can only wonder if we are actually experiencing the same joy and wonder as a dog. Maybe one day we’ll find out just how stupid we really are.
i was rollin in my convertible and this hot bitch came up and asked for my number, i said fuck that shit, lets just go to my place rigth now and screw, she complied and we went to my place and screwed all night long, it felt so good. my convertible is black with gold racing stripes.
i road down the street in my bright red convertible. When suddenly i see the bright flashing lights of a cop car. I suddenly speed down the road avoid car after car hoping not to lead to my sudden death. Then it happened. The old lady stepped into the street. Slam i step on the breaks hoping to stop right before her. My car barrel rolls around while the police sirens stop and the ambulance roars begin to fill the nighttime air.
i was driving in the convertible with rob. his oh so boyish cologne stung my nose and i chose to favor the scent of the hash being smoked by the hippies on the corner of melrose and doheny. the traffic light turned red
car, red, top down and wind in the hair. eating my hair because it’s all in my mouth, whipping me in the face. wind stings eyes. breeze is chilly. so close to everything, going fast. need a hair tie.
Driving down the highway in my convertible, I felt freedom: Undeniable freedom. The pressures fo the past several weeks drifted away with the wind, then plummeted down the rocky Italian cliffs to the sea. I wound around the narrow road, carelessly and happily, listening to the waves crash againes the rocks and taking my cares far away.
Over-rated. The car I mean. Big deal it doesn’t have a top. OHHHH put your windows down and quit bitching that you don’t have one on the real. Thanks. Convertible clothes though? Ehhh chances are they only look nice one way, you change it and BUH.
People are convertible. Convertable? Table conversation. tavolo or tavola if you were having an event but isn’t everything an event? or is it only an event if you remember it or just plan on remembering it. how many people have to remember for there to be a tavola
i am not so convertible, i mean, they thought i was, but mistakenly i have again thwarted the enemy and made my place. I am not convertible, I am me. I am out of the closet as who i am, just me. Accept it people!
auto hombre en sus 40`s… viejazo…
rojo furioso
por que se piensa que con un convertible se va a levantar a todas las minas?
que patetico
tipico de pelicula yanki, con la musica a todo volumen
en fin… deberian dejar de fabricar convertibles… o no?
the convertible made me feel like i was so free..but yet i was so scared. i was afraid of crashing. afraid of falling out. afraid of the wind blowing me too hard. the fear and the freedom were terrifying. i was about to explode.
I had a red convertible, but I got crashed, and then I died, but my red convertible was wrecked, so I don’t regret dying, it was a BMW M3, I loved it more than my life, as you see, I could fuck that car, believe me, I could… It was such an awesome car…
red car in the street speedinn, hits a cow, milk sprays all over the place, soon cats flood the street and no one can get to work on time, they bring in dogs to get rid of cats but that aggravates situation
drop top breeze on my dome let it all out boobies drop remove whats left of all you never knew what the fuck is all this about im trying to fly where are u at while my winds are blowing you over slow down take the wheel somebody steer this fucking thing before i lose control how fast are we going
I wish I had a red convertible and lived somewhere wooded and on a lake. I think it comes from when I was a little girl and read Nancy Drew. I’m not sure her convertible was red but I wanted a red one. They just say something about freedom, success and living how you want to live. Oh, it’d have to be vintage, not some
red top, wheels spinning. sunshine, summertime. little red corvette maybe? aston martin. california dreaming. BMWs. top down all summer long. summer of 69. questionable safety. i miss my bar even though it wasn’t a convertible. camaro’s arent convertibles, are they?
brother
blue wind in hair need a brush transformers I like cheese? mustang? sports car. college hate grandma food cider pork family bored tv flooring window pond cat dogs
It’s something red and shiny. It’s some kind of car that you’ll mostly see old men in with young girls, usually blondies. It’s a pretty, sleek car that reminds you of the women who usually ride in it. It’s also one of the cars that can be converted into a racing car. It also reminds me of the car from Transformers that protects Shia LaBeouf from the Deceptacons.
a car, fast and expensive. i think of a white volkswagon, i’m not sure why. i’d like one but i live in a cold climate and therefore it would not be particularly practical! i really don’t have anything else to say and now i am wondering what this site is about, whether i have to give my email and will be sent a bunch of crap as a result or whether
my dad wants to get me an orange convertivle bug for my 16th birthday but i don’t want one i just want a simple little car and not a stick shift, it’s a stick shift, and he just won’t listen
a red car speeding down the street. I don’t know why I would have more to say about it. Red is the color I chose, but it isn’t important. I don’t like cars without tops. I can’t spell convertible. I did because I looked at it up top. I have not done free wrtiting in a while. I don’t care about this car. I am red. I am blue. I am very insecure
I wish I had one they have always beena dream of mine. But alas they have alwasy been out of reach due to price. I assume it is the whole automatic movement that costs more but I would gladly take a manual one if it cost less. I mean its just fabric over metal its not like they had to cast a full hood for the car so in a sense it should cost alot less. dont you think
i love tops down .i love periods in weird places and things where they shouldn’t be. i love to see what shapes can do when they’re given freedom and i hate boxes. so i like mini coopers with tops down. and il ike them to be red with some tie die trown in. and i like unexepcted rhymes. i love unexpected rhymes. but i like them to be spelled right. correctly, that is. why can’t things just be right, but also somehow different and outside of the known shapes dictated by other peoples whims and fancies. come on. breathe. in and out. but hold it longer than expected. and then woosh. but not in anyone’s face. gently, like you’re blowing back the bangs of a baby. how much longer is 60 seconds. hey, i should do this more. 0-60. but you’re not supposed to start a sentence with a numeral. zero to 60 seconds, or miles per hour. i’m not as smart as i look, but they pay me the big bucks and i smile and wave and make the fonts match. ha. oh, onimotopeia…how do you spell that. vrooom. no cars sound like vroom. not even convertibles.
The top is down, my hair blows in the wind. The radio is blasting loud rock music, and I jet across the Nevada desert at a completely illegal speed. But nobody is around, and I feel so goddamn free. I can’t help it.
I wish I had one, they’re comfy looking although I don’t understand why people bother to lock them i saw a guy jump out and lock one one time but he didn’t put the top down and I laughed at him then i went inside and ate chinese food. It was red. Sometimes spies drive convertibles I wonder if that guy was a spy and the car would’ve shocked me.
a car for people entering their midlife crisis…Purchased mainly by balding men, these cars will not help you survive if you happen to have a fender-bender, but the men prying your burning corpse from the wreckage will sure think you were damn cool.
you can change it!
You it again, in a different way, maybe for the better.
Multiple choices, just use your imagination.Go roadtripping, babe!
Go get it!
the convertible car vroomed by and crashed into a tree. unfortunate, as the convertible car was being operated by none other than james bond. he did not die though, thank god.
Let’s go back to the days when we would put the top down on that convertible red Eclipse and go down the Nags Head bridge at 100 miles per hour at midnight. Let’s go back to Run Hill. The nights I’ll never forget. The nights we kissed under the stars. I say I regret them, but you should know that I never will. Those memories will forever be in the very center of my heart.
convertible again? more time from last night, came up quicker. don’t know what to write this time really, um…. could be interesting! a car, of course – spelled right?
i like to drive with the top down because it feels great. i can only wonder if we are actually experiencing the same joy and wonder as a dog. Maybe one day we’ll find out just how stupid we really are.
Convertible? Surely this was yesterdays word. Poor show.
I could say: not very convertible of you guys when the word isnt updated…HA!
Driving in a car, with hair blowing in the background….. the driver wears her sunglasses as she rides to freedom.
i was rollin in my convertible and this hot bitch came up and asked for my number, i said fuck that shit, lets just go to my place rigth now and screw, she complied and we went to my place and screwed all night long, it felt so good. my convertible is black with gold racing stripes.
i road down the street in my bright red convertible. When suddenly i see the bright flashing lights of a cop car. I suddenly speed down the road avoid car after car hoping not to lead to my sudden death. Then it happened. The old lady stepped into the street. Slam i step on the breaks hoping to stop right before her. My car barrel rolls around while the police sirens stop and the ambulance roars begin to fill the nighttime air.
i was driving in the convertible with rob. his oh so boyish cologne stung my nose and i chose to favor the scent of the hash being smoked by the hippies on the corner of melrose and doheny. the traffic light turned red
car, red, top down and wind in the hair. eating my hair because it’s all in my mouth, whipping me in the face. wind stings eyes. breeze is chilly. so close to everything, going fast. need a hair tie.
Driving down the highway in my convertible, I felt freedom: Undeniable freedom. The pressures fo the past several weeks drifted away with the wind, then plummeted down the rocky Italian cliffs to the sea. I wound around the narrow road, carelessly and happily, listening to the waves crash againes the rocks and taking my cares far away.
a car
a young girl driving
her hair blowing in the wind
a sunny day
happy
peaceful
enjoying life
silence
free sprited for once
Over-rated. The car I mean. Big deal it doesn’t have a top. OHHHH put your windows down and quit bitching that you don’t have one on the real. Thanks. Convertible clothes though? Ehhh chances are they only look nice one way, you change it and BUH.
People are convertible. Convertable? Table conversation. tavolo or tavola if you were having an event but isn’t everything an event? or is it only an event if you remember it or just plan on remembering it. how many people have to remember for there to be a tavola
red car hair flowing open red autumn leaves car commercial
i am not so convertible, i mean, they thought i was, but mistakenly i have again thwarted the enemy and made my place. I am not convertible, I am me. I am out of the closet as who i am, just me. Accept it people!
auto hombre en sus 40`s… viejazo…
rojo furioso
por que se piensa que con un convertible se va a levantar a todas las minas?
que patetico
tipico de pelicula yanki, con la musica a todo volumen
en fin… deberian dejar de fabricar convertibles… o no?
driving in the rain and listining to the radio in an open convertible car. then you stop and put the top downkjkjkkkjkjkjk =
car.
midlife crisis.
why do you give me away so freely?
all i want is to travel fast, in a compact vehicle, newly painted… my minimal hairs flying in the warm wind.
car.
why do you give me away so freely?
the convertible made me feel like i was so free..but yet i was so scared. i was afraid of crashing. afraid of falling out. afraid of the wind blowing me too hard. the fear and the freedom were terrifying. i was about to explode.
I had a red convertible, but I got crashed, and then I died, but my red convertible was wrecked, so I don’t regret dying, it was a BMW M3, I loved it more than my life, as you see, I could fuck that car, believe me, I could… It was such an awesome car…
car cellphone bag transformers robot food technology mustang television juggernaut gamble
red car in the street speedinn, hits a cow, milk sprays all over the place, soon cats flood the street and no one can get to work on time, they bring in dogs to get rid of cats but that aggravates situation
drop top breeze on my dome let it all out boobies drop remove whats left of all you never knew what the fuck is all this about im trying to fly where are u at while my winds are blowing you over slow down take the wheel somebody steer this fucking thing before i lose control how fast are we going
I wish I had a red convertible and lived somewhere wooded and on a lake. I think it comes from when I was a little girl and read Nancy Drew. I’m not sure her convertible was red but I wanted a red one. They just say something about freedom, success and living how you want to live. Oh, it’d have to be vintage, not some
red top, wheels spinning. sunshine, summertime. little red corvette maybe? aston martin. california dreaming. BMWs. top down all summer long. summer of 69. questionable safety. i miss my bar even though it wasn’t a convertible. camaro’s arent convertibles, are they?
brother
blue wind in hair need a brush transformers I like cheese? mustang? sports car. college hate grandma food cider pork family bored tv flooring window pond cat dogs
It’s something red and shiny. It’s some kind of car that you’ll mostly see old men in with young girls, usually blondies. It’s a pretty, sleek car that reminds you of the women who usually ride in it. It’s also one of the cars that can be converted into a racing car. It also reminds me of the car from Transformers that protects Shia LaBeouf from the Deceptacons.
a car, fast and expensive. i think of a white volkswagon, i’m not sure why. i’d like one but i live in a cold climate and therefore it would not be particularly practical! i really don’t have anything else to say and now i am wondering what this site is about, whether i have to give my email and will be sent a bunch of crap as a result or whether
my dad wants to get me an orange convertivle bug for my 16th birthday but i don’t want one i just want a simple little car and not a stick shift, it’s a stick shift, and he just won’t listen
convertible
my first thought is of convertible bras. it’s the point that the tops don’t come down?
a red car speeding down the street. I don’t know why I would have more to say about it. Red is the color I chose, but it isn’t important. I don’t like cars without tops. I can’t spell convertible. I did because I looked at it up top. I have not done free wrtiting in a while. I don’t care about this car. I am red. I am blue. I am very insecure
I’ve gotten this word 5 times in a row. 5 stinking times! I’m not coming here anymore. I don’t care if anyone changes the word. I’m not coming back.
I wish I had one they have always beena dream of mine. But alas they have alwasy been out of reach due to price. I assume it is the whole automatic movement that costs more but I would gladly take a manual one if it cost less. I mean its just fabric over metal its not like they had to cast a full hood for the car so in a sense it should cost alot less. dont you think
i love tops down .i love periods in weird places and things where they shouldn’t be. i love to see what shapes can do when they’re given freedom and i hate boxes. so i like mini coopers with tops down. and il ike them to be red with some tie die trown in. and i like unexepcted rhymes. i love unexpected rhymes. but i like them to be spelled right. correctly, that is. why can’t things just be right, but also somehow different and outside of the known shapes dictated by other peoples whims and fancies. come on. breathe. in and out. but hold it longer than expected. and then woosh. but not in anyone’s face. gently, like you’re blowing back the bangs of a baby. how much longer is 60 seconds. hey, i should do this more. 0-60. but you’re not supposed to start a sentence with a numeral. zero to 60 seconds, or miles per hour. i’m not as smart as i look, but they pay me the big bucks and i smile and wave and make the fonts match. ha. oh, onimotopeia…how do you spell that. vrooom. no cars sound like vroom. not even convertibles.
The top is down, my hair blows in the wind. The radio is blasting loud rock music, and I jet across the Nevada desert at a completely illegal speed. But nobody is around, and I feel so goddamn free. I can’t help it.
I wish I had one, they’re comfy looking although I don’t understand why people bother to lock them i saw a guy jump out and lock one one time but he didn’t put the top down and I laughed at him then i went inside and ate chinese food. It was red. Sometimes spies drive convertibles I wonder if that guy was a spy and the car would’ve shocked me.
a car for people entering their midlife crisis…Purchased mainly by balding men, these cars will not help you survive if you happen to have a fender-bender, but the men prying your burning corpse from the wreckage will sure think you were damn cool.
you can change it!
You it again, in a different way, maybe for the better.
Multiple choices, just use your imagination.Go roadtripping, babe!
Go get it!
the convertible car vroomed by and crashed into a tree. unfortunate, as the convertible car was being operated by none other than james bond. he did not die though, thank god.