Last Saturday I was checking my yahoo mail, and saw an ad for the yummy Chrysler Prowler, which I’d never even heard of before. Cars really don’t turn me on, but there was something so compelling about this one I just had to click. A quick tour of the gallery and I fell in lust.

The next day, I’m coming out of swing practice and guess what’s parked right in front of the studio? A silver Chrysler Prowler. A few admiring turns around the beast and I fell in love. I must have one.

A couple of months ago I blogged about this idiot, who ran up a 20000$ (US) credit card debt, and set up a web site simply asking people to help pay it off. Oh, how incredibly immature and irresponsible, I said. What a deadbeat, I said. Well, her debt is now only 2794.94$, so I sit corrected. She’s no idiot. Her supporters are idiots. She’s brilliant.

So here’s the deal: I’m looking for a rich idiot who’s feeling generous. I’d like my Prowler to be red. In return, you get absolutely nothing. Okay, let’s be clear on this: N-O-T-H-I-N-G.

I’m waiting right here, fluffing my fuzzy dice, with images of roadburn dancing in my head. Thank you for your support.