Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’
by Bella Rum
It’s a Honda CR-V. Just CR-V. That’s it. Have they stopped naming cars? Half of them sound like the beginnings of a good password now. I kept calling it a CV-R instead of CR-V. Finally I thought of a way to remember it. Can’t Reach Vagina = CRV. That’s the first thing that (involuntarily) came to mind. It makes no sense, but I’m going with it. If I mess with it, I’ll never remember it again. Of course, I won’t share this with anyone but you guys. H preferred Compact Recreational Vehicle, but he has no imagination. I finally looked it up, and it seems to stand for Civic Recreational Vehicle A.K.A. Comfortable Run-About Vehicle. They obviously have no imagination either. Mine is better.
So there it is, our car for the next decade.