most pretentious person ever
on my 2-mile commute to work today, I pulled up to a stop light next to a nice mercedes…or so I thought.
but upon taking a closer look, I almost threw up a little in my mouth. I took out my camera to take a picture, but chickened out because I feared the driver to be a mafia hit man, drug dealer, or pimp. who else would drive a champagne colored CLK430, with louis vuitton lv’s barfed all over the convertible top and window tint?
blessed screaming jesus on a whole-wheat goddamn cracker, that thing was ugly.
oh shit, that was my boyfriend!