Porsche Girl Quotes

Some girl named Eva has him convinced that you put out after one beer." "What?" My voice was as shrill as the ringing tardy bell "I personally don't believe it" he went on blithely, "and I have a Porsche. Not as much leg room as a Beamer, but so much hotter, I'm told.

That girl would’ve promised you forever. As long as you love her, for as long as you care, she’s yours. So walking to the park with you and climbing in that Porsche? Easiest decision she’s ever made.

A girl should never be stupid unless she is pretending to be stupid to save her own life,” Lina said.

Ranger slung an arm around my shoulders and kissed me on the top of my head. “Someday I need to talk to you about car care.” “I know about car care. I kept a case of motor oil in the back.” “That’s my girl.” His Porsche 911 turbo

He said that a killer comes to hunting humans gradually. The appetite builds from a young boy’s undifferentiated anger and morbidity of mind to a search for ever more violent pornography, the visual and written material that Ted believed had shaped and focused his fantasy world. Then comes the window peeping, followed eventually by crudely conceived and unsuccessful assaults. In Ted’s case, these gave way, over time, to a sophisticated taste for the chase and its aftermath: the selection of what he called “worthy” victims, pretty and intelligent young daughters and sisters of the middle class, nice girls whom Ted desired to possess, he said, “as one would possess a potted plant, or a Porsche.

Like many things born in the ’70s, the Information Age is not aging well. It started with so much promise in its youth—unlimited access to the collective knowledge of mankind and all that. But now it’s going through a midlife crisis, and instead of just divorcing its wife and buying a Porsche like everyone else, it has decided to reinvent itself as The Propaganda Age.

Most of all, there had been a time when honor meant something at the Colgan School, when school property was respected, when the faculty was revered—when the headmaster’s mint-condition 1958 Porsche Speedster would never have been placed on top of the fountain in the quad with water shooting out of its headlights on an unusually warm evening in November. There had been a time when the girl responsible—the very one who had lucked into that last-minute vacancy only a few months before—would have had the decency to admit what she’d done and quietly taken her leave of the school. But unfortunately, that era, much like the headmaster’s car, was finished.

Want 2 (Feat. Porsches)" Don't wanna take it slow I could be your fantasy You gotta let me know You gotta let me know Don't wanna take it slow I could be your ecstasy But I gotta let you know Gotta let you know I'm running like a white horse I'm running like a tiger, yeah I'm walking on a tight boat I'm??? like a lighthouse I'm hot like a fire I'll bite you like a spider, yeah I'm smoking like a white ghost I'm shining like a lamp post, yeah I can give you everything that I want to That I want to Coming on strong girl we can get it done If you want to, if you want to Don't wanna take it slow I could be your fantasy You gotta let me know You gotta let me know Don't wanna take it slow I could be your ecstasy But I gotta let you know Gotta let you know I'm running like a white horse I'm running like a tiger, yeah I'm walking on a tight boat I'm??? like a lighthouse I'm hot like a fire I'll bite you like a spider, yeah I'm smoking like a white ghost I'm shining like a lamp post, yeah I can give you everything that I want to That I want to Coming on strong girl we can get it done If you want to, if you want to I keep you coming, I keep you coming I keep you coming, I keep you coming I keep you coming, I keep you coming I keep you coming, I keep you coming I can give you everything that I want to That I want to Coming on strong girl we can get it done If you want to, if you want to

HORSES" Can I take a ride on one of you’re horses If I gave you something would you return it If you take my hand babe I would not force it If you were a map girl I would explore it Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Come and take a ride in one of my Porsches You’ve got a lot of money from all of you’re divorces Fly you up to Paris girl breakfast in the morning Private yacht for dinner girl we could go exploring Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Oh ah Oh ah eh Come and take a ride in one of my Porsches You’ve got a lot of money from all of you’re divorces Fly you up to Paris girl breakfast in the morning Private yacht for dinner girl we could go exploring

You never ever loved a woman, or a girl, I know by now, Porsche, the Netherlands with your Picks of Pigs. Blut und Boden. NSDAP. Have a fine and nice pleasant peasant day.

Easy strode to the back door. “Call the Kearny Detective Agency up in SF and ask them to go talk to the Levin girl. Also get them to check on Jill’s Porsche, see if the cops have picked it up anyplace in San Francisco.” He opened the door.

Okay, then . . .” I stand up. “It’s been real,” I tell David flatly. “Yeah,” he says. “Later.” Ethan has leapt to his feet and joined us. “I’ll walk you guys to your car,” he says. “That’s really nice, but you don’t have to,” I say. “We’re parked a couple of blocks away.” “My brother said I should.” “Yes, I did.” David gets up, jamming his phone in his pocket. “Come on. Let’s accompany these two lovely ladies to their car.” I catch a whiff of sarcasm, but the other two are oblivious to it. Ethan resumes his X-Men discourse, but the rest of us are silent, and the walk feels endless. We come to a halt at our Subaru hatchback. “This is yours?” David says, like he’s surprised. “My mom’s.” “Where’s your car?” “Nonexistent?” “Seriously? I pictured you always cruising around in some hot girl car like a Porsche or something.” “A ‘hot girl car’? What does that even mean? That the girl is hot or the car is?” He flushes. “I don’t know why I used that word. I never do.” “Hot or girl?” I ask sweetly.

Now our father lived in a world where we didn’t belong, with a needy girlfriend who didn’t look much older than Henri, a saltwater pool in need of daily skimming, and a flashy Porsche that needed to be raced around the roads of wine country. Fortunately, we didn’t need him either—that’s what Henri said.

The girls at the Porsche leaned against its fenders and looked past each other so they could see the Rabbit and me and Traci, and there was lots of laughter. One of them stared openly. I said, “You think they share the same lip gloss tube?” Traci giggled. She looked at me sort of the same way she looked at them, out from under her eyes, as if she really didn’t want you to know she was looking, as if she thought that if you knew, you’d say something sharp or do something hurtful. “Don’t you think they look like clones?” she said. “They have no individuality. They’re scared of being unique, and therefore alone, so they mask their fear by sameness and denigrate those who do not share their fear.” She just tossed that off, like saying, Hey, buddy, how about a bag of nuts? She said, “They’re talking about us, you know. They’re wondering who’s that guy and why are you sitting with me.

The set of friends that surrounded me ranged from a girl who received a Porsche wrapped in pink ribbons for her eighteenth birthday to someone who was ecstatic that he had made enough money to buy marijuana for his mother as a birthday present.