She belongs to me
I don't care what people say. I don't care that some people think she never 'belongs' to you.
I can ride her whenever I want.
I decide when I feel like feeding her. Bathing her. Starving her.
She belongs to me now.
I got this from the bank today.
I decided to pay off my 4-year car loan a couple of years early (it's nice not having to pay an arm and a leg for a car like back home, and oweing the banks for a generation). I figured I'd saved enough.
So now, Veronica physically, emotionally AND legally belongs to me.
I should take her out for a college-girls' fundraiser carwash to celebrate.
I'm making myself sick. I'll stop here. (Hey, you. Guy in the spandex undies. Yea, you with the butt hair. I said I wanted two coats of wax, not one)