Maserati Lust
Any man that claims to fully understand women is full of shit. Women are like Apple products– ever evolving, better, faster, stronger, smarter with each generation. Right when you think you have it under control— a new upgrade kicks in and it’s time to relearn what you thought you knew.
I park in a garage near Concepts everyday and each day I walk by this Maserati on the way out. No matter what time I get there or leave– it’s there. I just assumed the driver had to put in some major hours at work to pay for this beautiful Italian.
By the look of the layers of dust on this bad boy, it seems it doesn’t move much.
That didn’t deter Luisa who left a little note under the wind shield wiper.
She has caught a case of “Maserati Lust”.
Luisa Facts:
-Doesn’t know who drives the car.
-Doesn’t know what he looks like (or if the owner is even a he).
-Doesn’t care how she comes off by leaving this sexual invite (what else the number for? To talk foreign luxury automobiles?)
-AND, the car looks damn near abandoned and she still felt the need to drop a note.
**Side bar: I’m no psychic but Luisa might not be hot at all. I’m just saying.
You might think it’s foul I posted the phone number— but come on, she left it in a busy garage.
Give her a call if your car game is up.
Your welcome very much.
