A few nice sexy car girl images I found:
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Grid Girl Madison
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Grid Girl Madison
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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Nice Sexy Car Girl photos today
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Nice Girls In Cars photos
Check out these girls in cars images today:
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Port Shueiba, Kuwait (Jul. 9, 2003) – A U.S Marine humvee assigned to the 1st Marine Expeditionary Force (1st MEF) drives into the cargo bay of the military sealift command ship USNS Charlton (T-AKR 314). The 1st MEF is returning to the U.S. after participating in Operation Iraqi Freedom, a multinational coalition effort to liberate the Iraqi people, eliminate Iraq’s weapons of mass destruction and end the regime of Saddam Hussein. U.S. Navy photo by Photographer’s Mate 1st Class Arlo K. Abrahamson. (RELEASED)
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Matthews Evangel – Chapter 27 – Versicles 24 and 25. See who is the "666" and who kill Jesus !!!
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Image by Jon Whitton
How Big Is Yours?
Girls, does size really matter?
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Nice Cool Car With Girls photos today
Some cool cool car with girls images today:
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Grid Girls Kris and Pinky part 1 with a delorian
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Cool Hot Cars For Girls images today
A few nice hot cars for girls images I found:
Peasant Life
Image by Wootang01
The bus ride from Shenzhen to Enping was long, like watching a freight train chug by, except it doesn’t. We had to have been on that bus for seven hours, sometimes napping, and at times, staring out our windows, looking at a world standing still. Traffic was not only a nightmare, but also a mystery, for as many instances in which we could plainly see another egregiously bad vehicular accident, that which has become commonplace, ubiquitous in Chinese travel culture, there were other inexplicable stops in movement, when all of a sudden, as though finishing a swift countdown, our speed dropped so precipitously as to let out a collective lurch, if not in body, then definitely in mind. Calvin, thankfully, in his perspicacity, in his wide-angled, unique view of things, saw beyond the myriad vehicles which lay unmoving as if rocks on a dry riverbed; view the periphery, he bade us, and when we looked to the edges of the road, indeed we witnessed the most peculiar instigator of traffic congestion in the world – men en masse pissing on the side of the road! Men taking leaks creates a domino effect; that one sees another enjoying the relief of an unburdened, easy bladder, so seductive a yoke, that the only retort to the entreaty of this blissful state is to join in with abandon, and impunity. And so soon as the last few shakes are made, back into the cars do these men go, and a few hasty minutes later, traffic flows again!
Mike wanted to stop at a village, so we exchanged an increasingly crowded highway for a narrow, cement road, on which we ventured into the dense verdure. Having reached an impasse in the road soon thereafter, and not knowing how to advance further, to actually enter the village proper, we saw two lovely young ladies saddling a moped, motoring towards us. They then suddenly broke, and turned off our path and onto a dirt one which squeezed through two homes as though a mouse through its diminutive hole – that was our key. We greeted them as the girls turned their heads, offering us inquisitive, yet gentle looks. They would be our guides into town.
Blue showed me around her neighborhood. Together we walked along bumpy corridors and peered through open windows, beyond flitting cobwebs, to lay eyes on rooms where nowadays only impenetrable shadows repose. She and I examined the perfunctory red banners which framed each door in the village, and subsequently hit it off when I began inquiring into the nature of those two swarthy demons who hung menacingly before the closed doors, their gazes insidiously wild, drunk with rage, perhaps. Indeed later, in the quietude of a sunset raining down on us, while standing by ourselves in front of the village hall, I finally shared my faith with her, and in return she declared the lack of her own – her cousin and older sister, however, do know Jesus, she said, which verily warmed my heart, if not hers.
We left the village with much rapidity, but not before I blessed and encouraged Blue’s cousin, in whose arms a smiling babe lay, and received joyfully a delectable departing gift: mysterious, "Blue Cookies" (the official Chinese name is 艾糍), whose mottled, homely complexion would disgust if not for the sweetness (an amalgam of sugar, peanuts and herbs) buried inside, a treasure which would be discovered again and again on our tour.
The food around Enping epitomizes, I believe, Guangdong cuisine: inexpensive and egregiously non-spicy. For what they lack in price and incendiary acidity, however, these dishes more than compensate with copious amounts of oil, salt and sugar, mixed together for a tantalizing effect on the taste buds. Our group was fortunate enough to have frequented several Guangdong-style dai pai dongs whose victuals both nourished our bodies and replenished our wallets – it’s amazing to consider how 0RMB can feed 15 ravenous, cantankerous-when-hungry Christian bikers. In fact, the feasting grew exponentially more enjoyable as journey progressed, as our two primary orderers began to refine their culinary acuity, accurately predicting what would invigorate and excite our collective palate; it helped, too, that our utensils were pretty clean for Chinese standards!
Our first evening, we secured accommodations in a building that was not so much a hotel, or even a motel, as a grey, dry concrete edifice in which hardwood beds were arrayed neatly in each room; the spartan conditions dismayed some, including myself, at first. However, thankfulness trumped peevishness, and the realization that, in the middle of nowhere, we had mosquito nets to ward off the inexorable squad of mozzies, and one bathroom with boiling water for a very, very scalding shower was more than enough to placate everyone, especially after a hard day of riding. Besides, austerity succors the soul. We even managed to sleep pretty soundly without mattresses. In my somnolent state, I only remember shifting desperately maybe six, or seven times. It was a good night, and a bargain at only 15RMB per person!
On the second day our group dared to test itself on an unknown avenue. Consequently, we were spared the sonorous alarms of gigantic, indomitable trucks and instead subjected ourselves to the vicissitudes of off-road biking, whose soundtrack, undoubtedly for the day, was provided by an orchestra of buzzing cicadas, accompanied, at times, by the rumbling tympani of motorbikes. Oh, the countryside was lush, beautiful verdure all around – a feast for the romantic soul. Yet, for one of my companions, the environment was anything but endearing, for her adeptness at handling the desultory trail, she surely felt, was more chaotic than controlled. She persevered, nonetheless, pushing through her disconsolation to conquer the race marked out for her; such tenacity that only the Father could supply; and that left me thoroughly impressed.
At lunchtime, the evangelization effort began in earnest. It started innocently enough, as I asked a group of girls about the secondary school down the dusty road from our restaurant. Then, on cue, the Spirit, whose pacing can only be described as frenetic, whose rhythm is beyond my comprehension, overwhelmed and took over. Leanne and I brought those three girls to Christ; while Tim was assiduously preaching by our side to a band of boys who had gathered to look on; and behind us, ah Cheung had cajoled five boys to form a circle, hand in hand, for prayer. Many people came to know Jesus that hour. There was undoubtedly some serious fire falling down on us!
We made a pit stop at the Tam clan village. It was another bucolic community, replete with idling boys, young and old, and those two duplicitous demons standing watch from steady doors, which, it appeared, held together together the ramshackle walls beside them. An electricity meter evinced the reality of life in the village, of a living community that flows flittingly in and out of the houses as though cats leaping over canals; because I for one couldn’t see how hundreds of people somehow resided inside those homes when I couldn’t spot a single one during my brief tour of the grounds. In the open, by our bikes, there were conspicuous signs of life, however. I was standing in the sun, letting its warm rays melt on my skin, when a young man, not even twenty, approached and asked me about our intents and purposes on what was once such a dull afternoon. His curiosity got the better of me, and together we broached a conversation in faith. Simon joined us, and although he whom I named Henry, told us in his obstinacy that he depends on himself alone, I feel as though a small seed of faith was still planted within him. May it bloom at the appointed time when he most needs it.
At last, inside the unlit store where we shared our gleaming hopes and fantastic dreams, Simon and I noticed, to our surprise and delight, two blackboards on which the shopkeeper had written the alphabet, for English as well as for Putonghua (Pinyin). Besides the letters, numbers too had been painstakingly etched into the board, each meticulous stroke perfectly formed. So they ironically were learning that which continues to elude their more economically mobile brethren in Hong Kong, despite their most humble upbringing. I encouraged Henry to pursue this knowledge, since, as the cliche most rightly states, English – and Putonghua, these days – opens up a world of opportunity.
China, it seems to me, is one interminable housing start being carried on the shoulders of giants. Behemoths, really, an armada of green and blue dump trucks, on whose backs are the physical manifestation of the hopes and dreams of billions – timber; stone; and coal – were an inescapable part of our three-day trek. They blew passed us, literally, horns afire; and if you stared into the eyes of the drivers high above on those mechanized elephants, you would see the glee with which they pounded both the road and the eardrums of those unwitting peons foolish enough to be nearby. China – and China Mobile, whose stores we uncovered even in the most remote suburb, might I add! – still has much growth left, and the transportation and infrastructure industries, I’m sure, shall assiduously work to keep it that way. My recommendation: keep investing in China.
Visiting the hot springs had been on our agenda since the inception of the trip. We eventually had our chance the second evening, when we raced down a wending hill to our hotel – a real hotel. Our excitement reverberated in the air, crackling with laughter and shouting. Choosing to swim first and foremost, we left dinner to wait and hurried across the street. The resort was packed with other like-minded people, dressed in swimming costumes that should have left more to the imagination; the temperature of the pool water varied, from tepid in one enclosure to skin-searing in another; and for one marvelous hour, we swam and frolicked like little children again, delighting in some wet fun, a suitable reward for one more arduous day spent on the dusty, dry land.
We capped the end of a successful day with a bang. The girls, oddly enough, were furtive pyromaniacs in our midst, longing in secret to raid the fireworks shop at the base of the hotel. So after our meal, they raced into the cool evening air and we could only endeavor to follow them in their explosive folly. Inside the store, all sorts of bombastic devices were on display, from the unwieldy, block of (Chicago) bull to the sleek spears adorning the wall whose warheads, no doubt, could just so easily take out a few eyes as mercilessly rip the pitch black from the wall of night sky. The ladies suffered to leave no type of firework untouched by the flame, quickly purchasing an arsenal of rainbow-inducing rockets and slim sparklers to make any pyrotechnic maven proud. Outside we went. At length, the bombs burst in the air, and laughter abound so much as we watched the brilliance of Chinese engineering on display. With the girls’ scintillating stock depleted, we finally collected ourselves, and headed upstairs for one more day of wonderment.
There was one last village to visit before we reached our final destination of Enping city. As we sped into the shanty community, we knew something was amiss because unlike our other entrances into villages, during which residents would emerge in droves to glimpse us, it seemed as though these villagers preferred the comfort of their own veiled homes to the company of a few, ebullient strangers. It was an ominous setting in which we found ourselves, one characterized by inhabitants rather mistrustful than gregarious, and affable. Nonetheless, we dispersed to share kindness and mercy. To that end, I approached a young lady, a mere 25-years old, who had her three-month old boy on her shoulder and her three-year old son – who was without pants, might I add, preferring to wave them in the air like a terrible towel – by her side. We spoke briefly about her hopes and dreams, which, she says, rest in the well-being of her sons; and then Leanne and I blessed her. That was the end of our village experience in China.
To be around people who sharpen you as iron sharpens iron, that verily is a joy. The villagers were simple, warm and welcoming; my teammates were jocular, presumptuous and faithful; and I, in the midst of this confluence, this mosaic of personalities, philosophies, hopes and dreams, could only seek to love, especially in one of my more pensive moments. The trip tested my patience and tolerance, my ability to accept others for who they are – each a flawed creature like myself. Ultimately, so much as we seek the men of peace everywhere we go, we individually must become men of peace too. A true disciple of Jesus runs that race, and appreciates His grace, which shall always be enough in this life.
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Nice Sexy Car Girls photos today
Check out these sexy car girls images today:
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Grid Girl Kat with a sweet green chevy
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Grid Girl Kat with a sweet green chevy
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Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Nice Cars With Girls photos
Check out these cars with girls images today:
Loaded up
Image by lynch
The cute Purolator girl helped me with my mini. I was going to take a picture of her but I didn’t want to raise the creepage any more than it already was.
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Image by maskedcard
Harriet. Lovely English girl i stayed with in the hostel. She allowed me to tag along with her to various places.
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My Third Car
A few nice cars girls images I found:
My Third Car
Image by mecookie
My old 90 VN Commodore (aka The RIO). This was my third car..sold around 2002…wonder what ever happened to the old girl.
Trax VIBE 2012 (185)
Image by VIBE Audio
VIBE Audio at Trax 2012 Silverstone Circuit
Juice, Modified Car Weekend 06
Image by SOURCECARS
more cleaning on Brian’s car
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Cool Car Girls images today
A few nice car girls images I found:
35::31 – Our new ride
Image by WarzauWynn
After two years of not owning a car Tien and I felt it was time to get back on the road. She has a goal of learning how to drive a car this year, and I am ready to start exploring more of California and resume getting out of the city on the weekends. The used car scene on CL has been brutal lately, so we caved and went to a used car dealer that had this 2003 Corolla in really good shape.
Golden Girl
Image by Mark Faviell Photos
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Nice Sexy Car Girl photos today
Check out these sexy car girl images today:
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Image by K . Chan
Auto Retro Barcelona 2010 By Pape
Image by www.pabloperdomo.es
Image by Guillaume P. Boppe
Abarth
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Nice Race Car Girls photos today
Check out these race car girls images today:
N°7 AVINTIA BLUSENS (ESP) FTR KAWASAKI HIROSHI AOYAMA (JAP)
Image by Laurent Cartalade
Auto Retro Barcelona 2010
Image by www.pabloperdomo.es
Auto Retro Barcelona 2010 By Pape
Image by www.pabloperdomo.es
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Cool Hot Car Girls images today
Monday, April 28, 2014
Nice Hot Girl Car photos
Nice Cars And Girls photos today
Some cool cars and girls images today:
Max Power London 2004 (229)
Image by VIBE Audio
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Nice Car photos
Some cool car images today:
Cuba Cars
Image by alschim
Oldtimer of Cuba
Cars Acura Porsche
Image by Accretion Disc
I think my car is a magnet for these high-end cars. They keep parking next to me at lunch. (See also flic.kr/p/8XvmTc)
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Fin
A few nice car and girls images I found:
Fin
Image by Chad Horwedel
1955 Chevy 3100 Pickup
Image by Chad Horwedel
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Image by Geogan
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Sunday, April 27, 2014
Cool Pretty Cars For Girls images today
Some cool pretty cars for girls images today:
Incline 200
Image by the Halfwitboy
Some work I did for an upcoming online magazine called ‘Incline’.
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Nice Pretty Cars For Girls photos today
A few nice pretty cars for girls images I found:
Strolling down memory stairwell
Image by WarzauWynn
Olivia used to live in San Francisco. She came with Jennifer to stay for the week and has been seeing some old sights and experiencing some new sides to SF. This was taken shortly after we discovered that her car was locked in a north beach parking garage for the night. We had to catch the train home, then return in the morning to get the car, which is a not too uncommon event for people in SF who don’t pay attention to garage closing times.
This was one of my first times experimenting with 3200 ISO on the D300, and I’m pretty happy with it when noise reduction is turned off.
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Nice Hot Cars Girls photos today
A few nice hot cars girls images I found:
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Image by Guillaume P. Boppe
Ferrari FF
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Fiat
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Image by Guillaume P. Boppe
Alfa Romeo
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Check out these car girl games images today:
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Image by toughkidcst
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Saturday, April 26, 2014
Nice Small Cars For Girls photos
Some cool small cars for girls images today:
April 2013 George H. Crosby- Manitou State Park
Image by ✿Low✿
The snow was sticky. I probably threw 100 snow balls as I hiked around. I couldn’t resist- it was perfectly tacky!
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"Heidi, Girl of the Alps" was a Japanese anime adaptation of a Swiss novel from the 1880s, which I watched dubbed in English. In the novel, Clara is sickly and confined to a wheelchair. She visits Heidi and Peter in the Alps, and becomes strong on goat milk and the clean mountain air.
I’ve been sick for almost a month, coughing and hacking and feeling lazy and defeated because I haven’t been exercising or riding my bike. So I recruited a Peter to shuttle me to Lutsen for the weekend. He skied for two days, and I explored Temperance River State Park, and then hiked George H. Crosby- Manitou State Park.
Saturday started out treacherous. The roads were slick, and an oncoming truck swerved across my lane going 40 mph and ended up in the ditch. I waited for the sun to come out before I picked my way down to Temperance River. There was parking right off of 61, or you could pay for a day pass to park in the camp area on the east side of the highway by Lake Superior. I hiked along the west side of the river on the Superior Hiking Trail. I was the only one on that trail for the entire two hours I was hiking. I checked out Hidden Falls, and the gorge carved out by potholes. On the way back to the trail head I doubled back and noticed there was a small canine tracking me. I took the well-traveled path on the east side of the river and make a loop through the forest where I was the only person that had been through there in quite awhile. I came face to face with a large deer, and saw the alarm tails of a few others as they dashed away.
Sunday I took the Jeep and took an hour and a half to do what would have been a 40 minute drive in good conditions. The last 7 miles were on a rutted, unevenly-thawed, crushed limestone road. I only saw one other car, and I made the only tire tracks in the parking lot to the park.
I like snowshoes, and I enjoy trying to find un-groomed trails to take them out on. This was one of the few times that I have looked out at 4-6 inches of fresh snow and *needed* snowshoes! I strapped them on my feed, hiked up the road to the trail head, and proceeded to break every rule in the common sense guidebook to hiking.
1. Don’t hike alone.
2. Let someone know where you are going.
3. Never hike yourself into a spot where you can’t hike out.
4. Water. Snacks.
I had water and snacks, but I had no idea how long it was going to take me to do the 1.8 trail to the cascade overlook, and I had to get back to Lutsen by a certain time. I tried to pay attention to how long it was taking me to cover distances, but I stopped to take photos and have lunch so I was a little worried that I wouldn’t make it in time.
The sun was glorious and the wind blew through the trees on the ridge line above the gorge. I heard the gushing water almost a quarter-mile before I caught sight of it, but once I did I said out loud, "THIS WAS SO WORTH IT!" A pretty strenuous back country hike on snowshoes, by myself, through beautiful trees and trails. What could be better?
I’m feeling much better now, thank you.
April 2013 George H. Crosby- Manitou State Park
Image by ✿Low✿
This was a really steep path down to the water. I slipped and slid down part of it. I took it really easy because if I hurt myself out here… I’d be outside for a very long time before I could make it back or help would come!
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"Heidi, Girl of the Alps" was a Japanese anime adaptation of a Swiss novel from the 1880s, which I watched dubbed in English. In the novel, Clara is sickly and confined to a wheelchair. She visits Heidi and Peter in the Alps, and becomes strong on goat milk and the clean mountain air.
I’ve been sick for almost a month, coughing and hacking and feeling lazy and defeated because I haven’t been exercising or riding my bike. So I recruited a Peter to shuttle me to Lutsen for the weekend. He skied for two days, and I explored Temperance River State Park, and then hiked George H. Crosby- Manitou State Park.
Saturday started out treacherous. The roads were slick, and an oncoming truck swerved across my lane going 40 mph and ended up in the ditch. I waited for the sun to come out before I picked my way down to Temperance River. There was parking right off of 61, or you could pay for a day pass to park in the camp area on the east side of the highway by Lake Superior. I hiked along the west side of the river on the Superior Hiking Trail. I was the only one on that trail for the entire two hours I was hiking. I checked out Hidden Falls, and the gorge carved out by potholes. On the way back to the trail head I doubled back and noticed there was a small canine tracking me. I took the well-traveled path on the east side of the river and make a loop through the forest where I was the only person that had been through there in quite awhile. I came face to face with a large deer, and saw the alarm tails of a few others as they dashed away.
Sunday I took the Jeep and took an hour and a half to do what would have been a 40 minute drive in good conditions. The last 7 miles were on a rutted, unevenly-thawed, crushed limestone road. I only saw one other car, and I made the only tire tracks in the parking lot to the park.
I like snowshoes, and I enjoy trying to find un-groomed trails to take them out on. This was one of the few times that I have looked out at 4-6 inches of fresh snow and *needed* snowshoes! I strapped them on my feed, hiked up the road to the trail head, and proceeded to break every rule in the common sense guidebook to hiking.
1. Don’t hike alone.
2. Let someone know where you are going.
3. Never hike yourself into a spot where you can’t hike out.
4. Water. Snacks.
I had water and snacks, but I had no idea how long it was going to take me to do the 1.8 trail to the cascade overlook, and I had to get back to Lutsen by a certain time. I tried to pay attention to how long it was taking me to cover distances, but I stopped to take photos and have lunch so I was a little worried that I wouldn’t make it in time.
The sun was glorious and the wind blew through the trees on the ridge line above the gorge. I heard the gushing water almost a quarter-mile before I caught sight of it, but once I did I said out loud, "THIS WAS SO WORTH IT!" A pretty strenuous back country hike on snowshoes, by myself, through beautiful trees and trails. What could be better?
I’m feeling much better now, thank you.
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The "girls"
A few nice top girl cars images I found:
The “girls”
Image by ☆ ☆ Blue Eyed Puma – Purrrrrr ☆ ☆
www.flickr.com/photos/mature_blonde/8591456442/ New suit, new top…
Modern Love
Image by Matt. Create.
Photo Series ~ Whimsical Wednesdays
This was spotted in the vicinity of the subjects of the last two Whimsical Wednesday photos. I was way up on a hill, and this sculpture was down below, but looking at the photo close up, it appears that our young lovers are made of car parts!
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A few nice car girl games images I found:
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No, no, it's a gingerale!!!
A few nice car for girls images I found:
No, no, it’s a gingerale!!!
Image by valkrye131
Surely one of our boys in blue would not be having a beer on the job. Especially since he is driving. He was probably just holding it for the girl so she could put her seatbelt on or something.
Visitors to the Marin Headlands
Image by A Name Like Shields Can Make You Defensive
Brian’s Lunch.com for April 11, 2008
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