COW PRINT CAR SEAT COVERS. CAR SEAT COVERS
Cow print car seat covers. Car seat safety check.
Cow Print Car Seat Covers
Cow print car seat covers. Car seat safety check.
Cow Print Car Seat Covers
- (Seat cover) Sometimes used to describe drivers or passengers of four-wheelers.
- (Seat cover) attractive female in passenger seat, usually in a 4 wheeler
- (Seat Cover) The vinyl material that covers the part of the bike you sit on.
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- the text appearing in a book, newspaper, or other printed publication; “I want to see it in print”
- The state of being available in published form
- A newspaper or magazine
- put into print; “The newspaper published the news of the royal couple’s divorce”; “These news should not be printed”
- The text appearing in a book, newspaper, or other printed publication, esp. with reference to its size, form, or style
- a picture or design printed from an engraving
- mature female of mammals of which the male is called `bull’
- female of domestic cattle: “`moo-cow’ is a child’s term”
- overawe: subdue, restrain, or overcome by affecting with a feeling of awe; frighten (as with threats)
- Cause (someone) to submit to one’s wishes by intimidation
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- A vehicle that runs on rails, esp. a railroad car
- a motor vehicle with four wheels; usually propelled by an internal combustion engine; “he needs a car to get to work”
- the compartment that is suspended from an airship and that carries personnel and the cargo and the power plant
- a wheeled vehicle adapted to the rails of railroad; “three cars had jumped the rails”
- A road vehicle, typically with four wheels, powered by an internal combustion engine and able to carry a small number of people
- A railroad car of a specified kind
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cow print car seat covers – New Premium
140,000 miles of memories.
sadly, it was chained to the back of a tow truck.
Dear Smurfs,
You saw me through highschool. I was the first of my best friends to get a car. I turned 16 and my dad surprised me one morning by saying, let’s go get you a car. Since you were a stick shift and I was the very first of my friends to drive, I was oddly reluctant to learn how to drive the manual. You sat in the driveway at my dad’s house for a good month before my step-mom coaxed me into you, and cursed next to me at cars honking at me as we stalled out on a busy street. From then on, I was the designated chauffeur of all my friends. We’d blast horrible music, sitting in my heinous cow print-covered car seats and cruise near USC hoping to get glances from older boys in college. the eurythmics and the hot boys pulsating out your sunroof and windows. we were shameless.
After those two bad wrecks in other cars, I became paranoid riding with other drivers, and my loyalty to you grew. I was sitting in your frontseat as I leaned in for my first real kiss. Then the porchlight of kisser’s house turned on, he jumped out of you and you drove me home, head spinning. Oh, I’m really sorry about that fender bender during Spring Break in Charleston senior year of highschool. My bad. Oh Smurfette, you drove me to the University of Georgia, where I didn’t know a soul, backseat overflowing with photos, trashbags filled with clothes, books. You drove me back home a couple weekends til I found my group of friends in foreign Georgia. We went on countless escapes to the beach and mountains. You held all my camera gear hidden in your cluttered trunk when I discovered my passion for photojournalism. Yes, Smurfette, you had a brief 2 week period senior year where the stupid mechanics couldn’t figure out how to fix you, but you pulled through.
After graduating from college, Smurfette, you drove me up to Allentown, Pennsylvania for my first venture living in the North. as an adult. We had to figure out how to parallel park on the left side of the street in front of our rowhouse every night. We were there alone, until a friend joined us for the rest of the summer. That was the summer your AC stopped working like it should. We sweat together. Next, we moved to Baltimore, a UHaul trailing behind us. There, you got to drive in the snow! Then the Outerbanks, where you got to drive in the sand. We’d also drive 8 1/2 hours back to athens, georgia every month to go kiss that boy who drives that pretty new Camry. And, just 3 weeks ago, you drove me to the Garden City for our last move together. Adding a 6th city map to our collection.
But now, you popped your little timing belt and your engine’s valves bent
one state over from where you were originally bought that blessed day 8 years ago.
Once I had to give a ride to a brother’s girlfriend, she looked at your trunk, covered in stickers, your interior with purple dice and tibetan prayer beads hanging from your mirror, and said, "This car is so you."
140,000 miles of memories.
I will never be more loyal to a car.
I will always sigh when I see the lonely diesel pump at gas stations.
RIP Smurfette.
xoxo,
Kendrick
God, I’m sappy.
prints!
would anyone be interested in buying prints? just putting it out there… because, well, i’d love to sell if anyone’s interested! haha.
otherwise, print exchange!? love to do a print exchanges!! send me a lil flickrmail or comment if your interested!
lastly, thank you so much to all that have sent me prints! love them(: can’t wait to receive some more that i know are on the way. yay!
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