HI, SWEETHEART *loses voice*

So I was at the annual fête (oh, caaarnival they call it now) of my erstwhile school (dear me, I feel so old) when my dad, who was parked outside in Caffeine, messaged me saying he was parked in front of a Lamborghini. At which I squealed and drove my friends crazy until we all somehow barreled out to the gate, whereupon I took gleeful advantage of possessing a David.

He or she was a Gallardo Bicolore in a rather violent shade of orange - and I'll admit I don't like Bicolores because they look like sort of wannabe Spyders and I don't like convertibles - but it was a Lamborghini and it was tiny and purry and made of sex - not, incidentally, unlike KK.

I kinda talked to it (rather a quick gabble actually), and conclusively proved myself not as eloquent in hurried speech as I am in writing (or flirtation with showroom-bound specimens) - again, not unlike KK.





And now you're never going to be able to forget the KK/Lamb analogy. XD

YES I WATERMARKED THE PHOTOS WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR

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