A really good reason to clean your car and purse
So that when you get in a car crash after fleeing the scene of the crime, the following isn't reported in the newspaper:
"The roof of the car had been sheared off by emergency workers. In the back seat was a fur coat, and in the street was blood mixed with car fluid, nail polish, lip gloss, baby booties, a toy piano, condoms and a collection of music on compact disc by Andrew Lloyd Webber."
See? It's bad enough that you got caught holding down some girl and beating her with a baseball bat and then ran from the cops. It's pretty bad that you then got in a BUICK of all things and then crashed into a garbage truck. No, no, the worst part is that everyone knows you like Andrew Lloyd Webber.
As a side, seriously...toy piano AND condoms AND Andrew Lloyd Webber? What the hell kind of kink is that?
So that when you get in a car crash after fleeing the scene of the crime, the following isn't reported in the newspaper:
"The roof of the car had been sheared off by emergency workers. In the back seat was a fur coat, and in the street was blood mixed with car fluid, nail polish, lip gloss, baby booties, a toy piano, condoms and a collection of music on compact disc by Andrew Lloyd Webber."
See? It's bad enough that you got caught holding down some girl and beating her with a baseball bat and then ran from the cops. It's pretty bad that you then got in a BUICK of all things and then crashed into a garbage truck. No, no, the worst part is that everyone knows you like Andrew Lloyd Webber.
As a side, seriously...toy piano AND condoms AND Andrew Lloyd Webber? What the hell kind of kink is that?
