This story is meant to be poking fun…
It was time for an upgrade. The old clank, a ticking bomb. A newer model would have serviced, but she wanted a new shiny box on wheels, to own the road. To hell with the fuel prices.
“It’ll look like you’re overcompensating,” warned his friend.
Torn between wanting to keep the peace at home and his manhood, the man bought the testosterone evaporating machine. The ride smooth. The household happy. Life good.
But, all honeymoons must end.
Confusing drive for reverse, the woman’s dream vehicle plowed through the brick wall.
His appendage shrank as predicted by his wise confidante.