its long
seems white
could be black
could be right
i dont know
long for sho
wanna ride it
down some mo
invite your friends
invite your peeps
whoever comes
bring da wheats
booze or beer
dont care real near
limos comin
down an near
The car pulled up to the curb and Janice eyed with a mix of surprise and suspicion. It wasn’t normal for a limo to pick up hitchhikers on the road, but maybe it wasn’t normal for hitchhikers to stick their thumbs out for limos. But a ride was a ride, she decided as the car door swung open for her.
dark shining marks of greed, streaking elegantly through crowded streets of those who wonder what dirty secrets the rider might conceal behind the infamous wealth and black polished steel of their steeds.
prom which everyone will go to with their friends but i don’t have any friends because i don’t exist and holy FUCK that sounded emo as hell. i promise i’m not crazy. i love people and life:)
oh what i would give to take a ride in a stretch limousine. All black and deck out in the inside fulfilling my one dream. Taking me to the alter to marry my king….
I am sad as this season draws toward the end. Why can’t it always be like this? So many new people, new faces, new conversations and new adventures. It never gets old. The closer to summer we get the less and less people want me. They wont be dressed up in their suits and extravagant dresses. They wont be sneaking out of my sunroof to scream and show off. I like that. I love it when they show me off. It’s not fair. Why can’t this season be year round? I don’t want to be alone.
i was starting to believe that this game would never end. i was stuck in a constant replay of everything that my family has ever suffered through. why did i feel the need to replay their destresses even as i underwhat im doing i canot quit i have fallen into a limbo of sorts with this.
Limo’s are a lot of fun to ride in. Commonly they are used for weddings, prom, or just rich people. Once, my friend rented one for her sixteenth birthday and we rode around in it! it was very fun. Overall. I think that limo’s are generally over rated. They’re really just shiny stretched out black cars!
The first time I was ever in a limo was for my cousin’s wedding. We had to travel from the reception hall to the place across town where the ceremony was held. I remember, there were lights. The whole ceiling of the limo was lit up. I don’t remember if there was a TV, or a bar, but I remember staring at those lights….
stretch.
there’s only catlight in here. we can slink around the whole town like no one is watching us. but they will be. and we’ll know. and that will be amazing.
limos are for famous people. they ride. they show up. flasing lights of cameras. smiles red carpet. just another night. the dress the sparkles. think how long it took to get ready
haha oh, limos. there was this time at the Vancouver airport where all the cabs were being taken, and there must have been a 2 hour line up to get one. and i must add it was 2 am, and the next flight was cancelled, so we had to get to our hotel somehow. so my dad gets this limo, right? haha, and we take it to the hotel. my dad has never seemed more cool in my eyes.
the limo was long, white and sleek. I had no idea why I was in it but was willing to go along for the ride. The party had been more that I could ever expect and now here I was a poor kid riding home in a stretch limo . Too bad, I really like my pinto better.
Dark enough to catch a cold.
Shivers… run all over my skin.
Black, tight.
Absence of carefulness- we are free.
No one trapped- not even the stars that light us up tonight.
a long, sleek, black limousine rolled up to the curb. the girls dressed in their assorted chiffon dresses, along with the gentlemen dressed in their black suits and ties walked in one by one. the gentlemen’s ties were all different colors, much like they represented crayons in a crayon box.
In his delusional state, he entered the limo. What is this? Who am I? Is this fo’ realz?!?!?! He asked himself such questions. In his head. Not out loud. No, no, no! Definitely not out loud. He inspected the leather seats, the fancy glasses, the people but most of all, the ceiling lights.
lime with green and yellow tint. Using my lime on a nice carne asada taco with an extra large coke with ice. There is a green table cloth on the table and I like green a lot. This is my favorite color.
i wanna hang around with my friends on a limo trough beaches and nice places, listening good songs and just happy. limo is just a detail for all of that, but is the word you guys want, so.. have it
long stretching glimmering fancy I wished we would have rented one even though I know they’re expensive I would have felt like a princess. Or maybe I did just being with you, toes on the dash in my mom’s minivan. our own limo–who defines what it is, I guess I trust you more than a dressed up driver anyway, who gets paid by the hour.
I stared at the limo as it drove slowly down the street and around the corner. I couldn’t help but wonder about it’s occupants. Who were they, and where were they going? Where they famous, important politically?
Limo, Lima. Limes. Limes are delicious and such beautiful green. So light and yellowy. They make tacos taste like refreshingly yummy summer days spent drifting through the grass barefoot.
well i’ve been in a limo tons of times. most recently for my 17th bday. also, whenever we’ve gone to disney we take a limo to the airport. limo’s are pricey and for the rich but sometimes they’re totally necessary. like for prom. of course i missed that because of running but whatever, it was still one of the best nights of my life. weird how it can be like that. it really was like a regular dance, but it was better.
They’d pooled all their money to get the best limo for Prom. It was black, of course, with fancy lights on the inside that changed colors with the music. It was almost not worth getting out to go to a lame dance. They were tempted to just have the driver chauffeur them all around the city.
theres a limo driver waiting outside. probably to take someone to somewhere fancy and elegant and superficial filled with things, and stuff and more things and objects that look pleasing to the eye but hold no real value. things that look lovely but will not make you happy.
some of my friends wanted to ride in one of these for our senior prom. unfortunately, our grade is filled with some of the most apathetic people known to mankind, so it didn’t work out because nobody made the reservation, ever.
yep, still glad i didn’t go to pre-prom with that group of friends.
The limo pulled up and he took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment he’s been waiting for his whole life. “Ready?” she asked beside him, smiling reassuringly. “Ready” he agreed. The door opened and he was surrounded.
limo. a prom, wearing a beautiful floor length gown and getting all dolled up. my date is awesome and we take pictures at a friends house. when we are done we drive to the prom in the limo, eat tons of food and dance alot and just laugh and smile. then post prom comes where we have fun with certain games till 4 am and just have a blast!
I never saw one in real life, only in the movies. I imagined them to be as long as dinosaurs yet as comfortable as a pillow top bed. My first time inside of one I did blow off the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever seen and got head from a bell hop with a six-pack set of abs.
the limo pulled up to the curb. Down rolled the window. The door opened. out stepped a man in purple and white high tops. he was British. and he showed me the world.
The limo was ridiculous, to say the least. Sure, a sleek black limo looked fancy on prom night and all, but who turned a friggin’ Hummer into a limo? Kyle bit back his rant and smiled at Melissa. She’d been overjoyed when he said yes. He knew she had a crush on him and thought, well, what could it hurt?
Apparently his head, mostly, and possibly his pride, and mostly his memories of this night that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
As I looked outside, I saw his joyful face. He was wearing a deep, black tuxedo, and was standing next to the limo; hand on door, waiting for me. I felt like a real princess, for the first time ever. His eyes sparkled, just like the stars in the sky, and I began my decent down the stairs.
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I couldn’t afford a limo
and on any given day I’d rather ride a limousine
-Regina Spektor.
The limo waited outside while the ganglord chose his date for the evening, it’s mini fridge fiilled with surprises. And thats how she was murdered. Forever destined to the black hole of insannity, trudging through the deepest realms of her mind where everyone but God has forsaken her. He is the only one who comforts her through this troubling time. He comforts her but one day he too betrays her, and leaves, never to return becase he knows she is a lost cause with nothing inside her dull, thick, idiot brain than a few knuts and bolts. “A pity”, He sighs gently, She could have been great….
I wanted to drive a limo when I was younger. I didn’t want to be driven around in one, I didn’t want a chauffeur. I wanted to drive one. It was before I associated any glamor of glitz with a limousine. I think that’s why kids are so special. They like what they like because they like it. Not because someone tells them to. Not because society tells them to.
Limo. From the outside, all I can see is dark windows that shun the normals out. I’m sure it’s beautiful in there. I’m sure it’s extravagant. It slips around the corner like a luxurious aristocrat, because it is. Even the name: limosine. Luxury.
I was going to prom in a tux; of course, my school wouldn’t allow it since I was a female. I was a lesbian wanting to take my girlfriend to prom in my tux and she wore a dress. I got to go on the Tyra Banks show for calling ACLU on my school. When I went to prom, Tyra Banks bought me a limo (to take to prom) and a brand new tux.
its long
seems white
could be black
could be right
i dont know
long for sho
wanna ride it
down some mo
invite your friends
invite your peeps
whoever comes
bring da wheats
booze or beer
dont care real near
limos comin
down an near
The car pulled up to the curb and Janice eyed with a mix of surprise and suspicion. It wasn’t normal for a limo to pick up hitchhikers on the road, but maybe it wasn’t normal for hitchhikers to stick their thumbs out for limos. But a ride was a ride, she decided as the car door swung open for her.
dark shining marks of greed, streaking elegantly through crowded streets of those who wonder what dirty secrets the rider might conceal behind the infamous wealth and black polished steel of their steeds.
prom which everyone will go to with their friends but i don’t have any friends because i don’t exist and holy FUCK that sounded emo as hell. i promise i’m not crazy. i love people and life:)
oh what i would give to take a ride in a stretch limousine. All black and deck out in the inside fulfilling my one dream. Taking me to the alter to marry my king….
I am sad as this season draws toward the end. Why can’t it always be like this? So many new people, new faces, new conversations and new adventures. It never gets old. The closer to summer we get the less and less people want me. They wont be dressed up in their suits and extravagant dresses. They wont be sneaking out of my sunroof to scream and show off. I like that. I love it when they show me off. It’s not fair. Why can’t this season be year round? I don’t want to be alone.
limo
i was starting to believe that this game would never end. i was stuck in a constant replay of everything that my family has ever suffered through. why did i feel the need to replay their destresses even as i underwhat im doing i canot quit i have fallen into a limbo of sorts with this.
Limo’s are a lot of fun to ride in. Commonly they are used for weddings, prom, or just rich people. Once, my friend rented one for her sixteenth birthday and we rode around in it! it was very fun. Overall. I think that limo’s are generally over rated. They’re really just shiny stretched out black cars!
The first time I was ever in a limo was for my cousin’s wedding. We had to travel from the reception hall to the place across town where the ceremony was held. I remember, there were lights. The whole ceiling of the limo was lit up. I don’t remember if there was a TV, or a bar, but I remember staring at those lights….
stretch.
there’s only catlight in here. we can slink around the whole town like no one is watching us. but they will be. and we’ll know. and that will be amazing.
long fast moving object with people getting hammered pretty people hot box dope niggas in the bus spinnin round slappin vehicle
what the hell?? limosine? limón? (lemon in spanish) though, I like the way it sounds. :-) Limo!
limos are for famous people. they ride. they show up. flasing lights of cameras. smiles red carpet. just another night. the dress the sparkles. think how long it took to get ready
haha oh, limos. there was this time at the Vancouver airport where all the cabs were being taken, and there must have been a 2 hour line up to get one. and i must add it was 2 am, and the next flight was cancelled, so we had to get to our hotel somehow. so my dad gets this limo, right? haha, and we take it to the hotel. my dad has never seemed more cool in my eyes.
the limo was long, white and sleek. I had no idea why I was in it but was willing to go along for the ride. The party had been more that I could ever expect and now here I was a poor kid riding home in a stretch limo . Too bad, I really like my pinto better.
Dark enough to catch a cold.
Shivers… run all over my skin.
Black, tight.
Absence of carefulness- we are free.
No one trapped- not even the stars that light us up tonight.
a long, sleek, black limousine rolled up to the curb. the girls dressed in their assorted chiffon dresses, along with the gentlemen dressed in their black suits and ties walked in one by one. the gentlemen’s ties were all different colors, much like they represented crayons in a crayon box.
In his delusional state, he entered the limo. What is this? Who am I? Is this fo’ realz?!?!?! He asked himself such questions. In his head. Not out loud. No, no, no! Definitely not out loud. He inspected the leather seats, the fancy glasses, the people but most of all, the ceiling lights.
lime with green and yellow tint. Using my lime on a nice carne asada taco with an extra large coke with ice. There is a green table cloth on the table and I like green a lot. This is my favorite color.
i wanna hang around with my friends on a limo trough beaches and nice places, listening good songs and just happy. limo is just a detail for all of that, but is the word you guys want, so.. have it
big long dick with wheels and doors.
long stretching glimmering fancy I wished we would have rented one even though I know they’re expensive I would have felt like a princess. Or maybe I did just being with you, toes on the dash in my mom’s minivan. our own limo–who defines what it is, I guess I trust you more than a dressed up driver anyway, who gets paid by the hour.
I stared at the limo as it drove slowly down the street and around the corner. I couldn’t help but wonder about it’s occupants. Who were they, and where were they going? Where they famous, important politically?
Limo, Lima. Limes. Limes are delicious and such beautiful green. So light and yellowy. They make tacos taste like refreshingly yummy summer days spent drifting through the grass barefoot.
well i’ve been in a limo tons of times. most recently for my 17th bday. also, whenever we’ve gone to disney we take a limo to the airport. limo’s are pricey and for the rich but sometimes they’re totally necessary. like for prom. of course i missed that because of running but whatever, it was still one of the best nights of my life. weird how it can be like that. it really was like a regular dance, but it was better.
They’d pooled all their money to get the best limo for Prom. It was black, of course, with fancy lights on the inside that changed colors with the music. It was almost not worth getting out to go to a lame dance. They were tempted to just have the driver chauffeur them all around the city.
theres a limo driver waiting outside. probably to take someone to somewhere fancy and elegant and superficial filled with things, and stuff and more things and objects that look pleasing to the eye but hold no real value. things that look lovely but will not make you happy.
some of my friends wanted to ride in one of these for our senior prom. unfortunately, our grade is filled with some of the most apathetic people known to mankind, so it didn’t work out because nobody made the reservation, ever.
yep, still glad i didn’t go to pre-prom with that group of friends.
i still (mostly) love them, though.
The limo pulled up and he took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment he’s been waiting for his whole life. “Ready?” she asked beside him, smiling reassuringly. “Ready” he agreed. The door opened and he was surrounded.
limo. a prom, wearing a beautiful floor length gown and getting all dolled up. my date is awesome and we take pictures at a friends house. when we are done we drive to the prom in the limo, eat tons of food and dance alot and just laugh and smile. then post prom comes where we have fun with certain games till 4 am and just have a blast!
I never saw one in real life, only in the movies. I imagined them to be as long as dinosaurs yet as comfortable as a pillow top bed. My first time inside of one I did blow off the nicest pair of tits I’ve ever seen and got head from a bell hop with a six-pack set of abs.
the limo pulled up to the curb. Down rolled the window. The door opened. out stepped a man in purple and white high tops. he was British. and he showed me the world.
The limo was ridiculous, to say the least. Sure, a sleek black limo looked fancy on prom night and all, but who turned a friggin’ Hummer into a limo? Kyle bit back his rant and smiled at Melissa. She’d been overjoyed when he said yes. He knew she had a crush on him and thought, well, what could it hurt?
Apparently his head, mostly, and possibly his pride, and mostly his memories of this night that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
As I looked outside, I saw his joyful face. He was wearing a deep, black tuxedo, and was standing next to the limo; hand on door, waiting for me. I felt like a real princess, for the first time ever. His eyes sparkled, just like the stars in the sky, and I began my decent down the stairs.
No thank you no thank you no thank you no thank you
I ain’t about to pay for this shit
I can afford chemo like I couldn’t afford a limo
and on any given day I’d rather ride a limousine
-Regina Spektor.
The limo waited outside while the ganglord chose his date for the evening, it’s mini fridge fiilled with surprises. And thats how she was murdered. Forever destined to the black hole of insannity, trudging through the deepest realms of her mind where everyone but God has forsaken her. He is the only one who comforts her through this troubling time. He comforts her but one day he too betrays her, and leaves, never to return becase he knows she is a lost cause with nothing inside her dull, thick, idiot brain than a few knuts and bolts. “A pity”, He sighs gently, She could have been great….
I wanted to drive a limo when I was younger. I didn’t want to be driven around in one, I didn’t want a chauffeur. I wanted to drive one. It was before I associated any glamor of glitz with a limousine. I think that’s why kids are so special. They like what they like because they like it. Not because someone tells them to. Not because society tells them to.
Limo. From the outside, all I can see is dark windows that shun the normals out. I’m sure it’s beautiful in there. I’m sure it’s extravagant. It slips around the corner like a luxurious aristocrat, because it is. Even the name: limosine. Luxury.
I was going to prom in a tux; of course, my school wouldn’t allow it since I was a female. I was a lesbian wanting to take my girlfriend to prom in my tux and she wore a dress. I got to go on the Tyra Banks show for calling ACLU on my school. When I went to prom, Tyra Banks bought me a limo (to take to prom) and a brand new tux.