When I was in about 3rd or 4th grade, pretty much every boy in school had some poster of a car on their wall.  It was always a Lamborghini or a Ferrari.  I think.  I am pretty sure because I remember overhearing guys having debates over which was better.  The really daring guys (or guys with permissive parents I guess) had ones with a girl in a bikini or something laying across the hood or whatever.  I never had one of these posters because I never really got it.  We couldn’t drive and in retrospect knew literally nothing about driving.  I get that supercars look cool and are some kind of guy thing but I think it was actually just the fact that conspicuous consumption was the coolest thing possible in the 1980’s.  It’s like the whole country was that trashy Nouveau riche trophy wife who didn’t get that making everything gold is not classy at all.  And if you keep telling people it’s classy that’s completely unclassy.  The entire decade was basically that.  So I’d see the posters and be like, “Cool”.  But if it didn’t transform into something other than a car I didn’t see the point.  I wasn’t allowed to have posters at all actually because they would mess up the wall paper.  So maybe I never got it cause I don’t come from poster people.  Anyway, Pixie Lott was at some sort of Ferrari thing last night that involved her wearing red leather and it made me think of those old posters. Like I can appreciate Pixie Lott standing in front of a nice car.  I am glad she’s not laying on the hood because I’d have to wonder why.  It doesn’t strike me as a comfortable place to be.  But then, I have my questions about a red leather dress’ comfort as well.  I am wearing sweats right now.  Again, we weren’t poster people so maybe I don’t get it.  She looked good though so here she is because today I want to fuck Pixie Lott.