December 7, 2009 § 1 Comment
I’ve recently become obsessed with watching Top Gear. It doesn’t make any sense to anyone who knows me. The only thing I really care about when it comes to my future car is whether it comes in a screamingly bright sunshine-y yellow. And that it comes with a heater.
So, I’ve convinced myself that the conversation that persuaded me to watch Top Gear went something like this:
Wayne: You know that British car show I watch? Top Gear?
Wayne: They used to have a dog on the show that they would take on the car challenges. One time, he puked.
Me: OMG, could we watch it?
The puking dog was anti-climatic, but the presenters on the show are hilarious– I usually have to pause any of their episodes several times so that I may laugh for five minutes straight while my worried boyfriend hurriedly tells me to ‘BREATHEEEE.”