You're not truly clean until you're clean under the rim.
Hmm, interesting word. I've never heard of autoeroticism before. Guess there's something I'll be able to impress my friends with on Word Mole soon!
it's been a long time since i've had any autoeroticism in my life. maybe i need some.
Good one...and the photo is perfect!
Now I'm now even more convinced to heed my wife's request for us to buy a car.
@Yeamie: Believe it or not, it's a real word. And it's kinda icky.@Sherilin: Neither have I. I heard a lot of great movies at the drive-in.@Eva: Thanks!@Vinny: Never buy used. Unless you use one of those CSI "blue lights" first. OK, Trivia Question: Does anyone know who the baseball play-by-play announcer is during the song, "Paradise By the Dashboard Light"?HINT: He's dead (hey, I didn't say it was a GOOD hint).
Is an empty bra in a car erotic? Somehow, I don't see it replacing the dolly bird sprawled over the bonnet.
Oh but there are stranger things out there..http://dirtycowgirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-know-nothing.html(Please excuse shameless blog whoring).
Does sticking my knob up a car exhaust count as autoeroticism?
Sometimes a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. Thankfully, I now have a stash of little blue pills so I don't have to work so hard!
the photo so cool. and the other.. nice info :P
@Gorilla: If it was all by itself, not only would it be not erotic, it'd be weird.@dirty: I will go leer (which, I think is Spanish for 'read').@Tony: Actually, the exhaust pipe is used for blowing the car up (you'll burn your mouth though).@Nancy: "little blue pills" and "don't have to work so hard".....? I like that they're in the same sentence.@Damon: I woulda shown where the bra came from, but I'm trying to keep this blog to PG-13. I often fail.
This is your best definition yet, Al.xoRobyn
Things just strike me sometimes. And sometimes they hurt.
But, sometimes they make me laugh.
Al...as you know I am a huge Meatloaf fan...I usually put ketchup and mustard in mine and I love it for sandwiches...oohhh, wait, you mean my all time favourite bad boy...Ah, I remember the days, the dashboards, the bases being loaded...yup...it was PARADISE! That plus some cold beer and I could go nine innings...what, what are you thinking...I'm talking about "playing ball", damn, I've got to be soooo careful about what I write - don't want things being read into it, eh, Al?PS - good bit of photography there Al - does Mrs. P know what you're up to, hmmm, just asking, that's all!Cheers, JennyPEARSON REPORT
I've always known him as loaf, I guess I must have met him on that one day when he experimented with being a vegetarian….
To me he'll always be Mr. Loaf.
@Jenny: My last PBTDL happened in 1986. Luckily, Mrs. Penwasser was there. I didn't even have to start without her.
I didn't even know I was partaking in auto-eroticism back in the day!!! Loved those bench seats!
That dropped allllll the way back.
I never heard of that word. Did you make it up? Hmm, a bra on the dash as opposed to a pair of panties...modern times. Luckily, I burned my bra with the onset of equality for women. I should strap a pair of boxers to my dash instead. :)
I love coming here (heh-heh) for my weekly dose of dirty. :)
@Laila: Bras were easier to get at. Believe it or not, it's a real word. Just make sure the boxers are clean. @Dawn: Why, thank you. I aim to please. Hee...hee...hee...you said coming.
Why I don't drive at night. :)Manzanita@Wannabuyaduck
Who said we were "driving?" :-)