All I know, not much, but I dated a model from Tampa. She had a Viper and I am going on 6 foot 2 before knee replacements. Every time you have one it takes 3/4 inch off your leg. 1 leg I have had 2. Math elementary. But when I was dating her, her daughter was going to UF and absolutely beautiful. Nutt didn't fall far from the tree. Her daughter was dating one of her professors. Butster, back to the viper. I couldn't get in it and couldn't get out. Getting out burnt my leg. After my bitchen she traded it in for a vette. Dumb as a box of rocks. She called me to meat her at Homo Depot, Dale Mabry, Fl. She had the workers fill the rear end of the vette with bags of mulch with the hatch open. I had a F250 8 ft bed extended cab. Big enough for 50 bags of mulch. She had that vette slamed full of mulch just to have that hatch back get twisted like her mind. We flew to Port of Nuevo Mexico for a week. On the plane she deicides to pull out finger nailpolish to do her nails with. Dumb ass.
