My Hummer talks to me, mostly says "play that funky music white-boy"
Lately it's been nagging me to take it to Hawaii to visit Shea. Yeah..like that's gonna happen!
What I hate most is when I'm offroading and we accidently run over a jeep or some other small SUV. When that happens you have to get right on it....take your Hummer, bring it right over to the poor wittle jeepy...THEN PUSH THE NOSE INTO THE JEEP AND (WHILE STRIKING THE BRUSH-GUARD WITH A ROLLED NEWSPAPER) SAY "NO, BAD HUMMER...no! no!"
I typically try to impose this strict discipline....but after a few minutes I usually breakdown and go over to the Hummer: "ohhhh....how can I be mad at you".
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