I think I need a big booty thesaurus or something because these all just seem to be a random collection of words thrown together.
Okay Uber calm down. We don’t need mobile delivery for everything we have and do in life.
I suppose when you have a Maserati you can do whatever you please to it. Like cover it in gold and suede as if it’s a purse that belongs to a loud-mouthed Italian broad in New Jersey.
About the only type of chicks I can get into my truck on a Friday night too.