Vroom Quotes

She wondered if there was a rule against shellans riding. Probably not... As long as she was sidesaddle, dressed in armor plating, and had a helmet made of reinforced, skid-resistant Kevlar, they'd probably let her go a few circles around the fountain in front of the house. Vroom-vroom. Fucking wheeeeeeee.

Wait a minute,” said Jason. “Can any of us even drive?” “I drove,” said Theo. “Once.” “That was a golf cart,” said Alia. “So? It had four wheels and went vroom.” “You crashed it into a tree.” “I’ll have you know that tree had been drinking.

It’s sexist to assume I wouldn’t know how to fix leaky hoses and sanding belts and whatever else makes a car go vroom. He should assume that all of my lies are true.

i’m in me mum’s car vroom vroom get out me car aww

Sometimes difficulty clarifies things. And sometimes realizing that the road you’ve chosen is a demanding one gives you the courage to stay on that road. It reveals the nature of our relationship with God. It sounds cute and comforting to say “God is in control,” and people who say that may imagine sitting on their daddy’s lap behind the wheel of the family car, going “Vroom vroomy vroom!” while Daddy does the steering. In reality, when God is in control, it feels more like one of those movies where some amateur has to step up and land the airplane or steer the ship to safety through a crashing storm, with an expert giving them instructions remotely through a headset. In theory, following the expert’s instructions will help us get in safely; but our fear, panic, self-doubt, and lack of skill are not exactly comforting. Yes, God is in control, but we’re the ones who are in for a rough ride.

Carol Ann lived quite close to me, so sometimes I would give her a ride home if she was leaving when I was. I had these fancy sports cars, and I remember she sat in my white Ferrari, and every time I would hit the gas, she’d go “Vroom, vroom! That felt good! Do it again!” She’d make me keep revving up the engine. I was just very drawn to her individuality and her freedom.

She lived in her virtual room—her own private fantasy universe. That room could take her anywhere, so why should she ever come out? She was getting fat and losing her physical and mental health, but her v-room was all she cared about.

No girl will pick six-pack abs over six cars. So, drop the dumbbells and grab a briefcase. Swap your protein shakes for paychecks and deadlifts for dollar signs. Abs might get a glance, but a garage full of luxury rides? Now that’s a head-turner. So, quit sweating at the gym and start hustling at work. After all, muscles flex, but money talks—and it’s fluent in 'Vroom Vroom' and 'Cha-Ching'!

Dis ’n vroom herfsoggend. Dweperig. Soos Maart is. Sy hou haar voor as somer, maar daar’s ’n winter in haar mou. Sy vang ons nie onkant nie. Ons ken haar so. Sy maak groot bohaai, gooi donder, slaat bliksem, blaas wind en stoot oplaas enkele vermoeiende druppels oor ’n dor Pretoria uit. Daarna speel sy weer somer tot die son sak. Jy weet nie hoe jy dit met haar het nie. Jy hoop vir meer, sprei jou palms oop onder die son, dan kom spoel sy haar voshaarkwas af in jou tuin en beweeg aan. Net so.

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It’s time for this brave witch to take a closer look. Hang on, Kitty, we’re going in! Listen…What’s that I hear those humans saying? “Trick a tree”? No one can trick a tree like me!” SWOOP. VROOM. ZOOM. “YIKES!” “Are you okay?” ‘A REAL human!’ “Sweet costume!” “That was quite a spill.” ‘I’m being touched by a human hand!!’ “I’ve always dreamed of flying…” ‘Flying??’ “Have I got a treat for you! Hop on!” “Some witches, the very brave ones, are not afraid of humans.” “And some humans, the very brave ones, are not afraid to fly.

Yeah, cars are great. They go ‘vroom,

Aira!! Don't get into the vroom vroom!!

ride was tough because our bus driver, “Speedy” Springer was not what you would call a cautious driver. Somehow, I got the fish home without getting totally soaked and I put the bowl on my dresser. I had a lot on my mind. I had to figure how to get the letter to Mr. Smith and write a dumb fish diary. I forgot about Emeril until after supper, when I was sitting at the kitchen table trying to write the stupid fish journal. Dylan sat on the floor playing with his toy cars and it was really hard to concentrate because he kept making these “Vroom-vroom” noises.

The time will flash by like vroom.

Eight floors of the kind of consumer garbage that L.A. is famous for. Need a Ferrari jacket? Sure. You’re a race car driver. Vroom vroom. Need silk designer socks that cost more than neurosurgery? We have that too. Come on down to the Beverly Center for something bright and shiny and leave feeling poorer, puzzled, and dead inside.

Everyone has their secrets. What they show on the outside isn’t necessarily the same as what’s really on the inside.

De Duitse filosoof Friedrich Nietzsche had gelijk. De moderne geseculariseerde mens heeft de Sklavenmoral van de christenen behouden en wentelt zich in zelfhaat en capitulatiedrang. Wij vinden dat wij schuld hebben aan al het leed van de wereld. We hebben op een kortzichtige manier onze eigen godsdienst weggegooid en denken dat we vrij zijn. Aan de andere kant heb je nu vijftig tot zestig procent van de Europese moslims – volgens een recente studie uit Berlijn – die een zeer conservatieve invulling van de islam volgen. De rest niet, dus, maar een groot deel onder hen is wel vatbaar voor het verwijt dat ze dan niet vroom genoeg zijn. Net zoals meneer pastoor vroeger mensen ‘raad’ kwam geven, en heel wat mensen plots in een vlaag beseften dat ze niet vroom genoeg waren.

Yo momma so stupid that when she pulls up to a flashing red light it sounds like this: "Vroom! Screech! Vroom! Screech!