I'm here, I steer, get used to it.
While traipsing merrily through a certain automotive newsgroup, I had the opportunity to wax rhapsodic on the form of a certain automobile* and someone helpfully chimed in with a comment to the effect I am a "petrosexual."
And I must, on the strength of that comment, emerge from the clo...er...garage, and admit who I truly am. Like Queen sang, "I'm in love with my car." What makes it worse is that not only am I in love with my car, but I am also covetous of many others' cars. As Poppy said, beauty ought be celebrated.
Now you know.
-Joke
* This one:
And I must, on the strength of that comment, emerge from the clo...er...garage, and admit who I truly am. Like Queen sang, "I'm in love with my car." What makes it worse is that not only am I in love with my car, but I am also covetous of many others' cars. As Poppy said, beauty ought be celebrated.
Now you know.
-Joke
* This one:
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--P.