Apparent celebrity Caroll Shelby, who I'm told has something to do with Mustangs, steps to the podium to sell his personal Mustang. Boyfriend gasps at the sight of him. I look up to the TV and gasp as well.
But I'm not looking at Caroll Shelby. I'm looking at the girl to his left. You know, the one with the coke nose.
We watched this girl for 10 minutes straight as she wobbled and hugged up against the auctioneer, who we assume she was with. He'd try to run the bids and she'd snuggle up into his side, eyes darting and swaying unsteadily. Blood running down her face.
Who knew car auctions could be so seedy?
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Christen has me watch that sometimes, but mostly when he sees a specific car he thinks I'd like. Mostly we watch a lot of Top Gear -- have you watched that? It's on BBC and it's freaking hilarious. I recommend it as far as car shows go :)
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dude, that sucks for her.
That's horrifying.
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