What was I thinking??? How could this happen??? Why did she have to get hurt so bad???

I would like to think that Bell is in car heaven somewhere watching over me, but she's got to be stuck in purgatory for the moment. I know she's got to be scared with people all up in her grill, wandering around in her private areas tinkering with things. Not quite heaven; not quite hell. She was sold to a mechanic for a little extra green so that he could have a year to fix her up (she will definitely take that long to fix) for his 15 year old daughter who will be 16 for snazzied up Bell. They had better take good care of her, just like I did!


I guess you could say that it really didn't take me long to find a new vehicle. I had to get one. Essentially critical. So now, without further adieu, I bring to you.................................................................................................


Shenequa a.k.a. THE BFB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(in a crazy rapper beat)

Put your hands in the air for the BFB!
What! The BFB! What! The BFB!
Put your hands in the air like you just don't care!
Wave 'em around and make someone stare
At the BFB! Yea! The BFB!

(end crazy rapper beat) I could so win a grammy!

Anyway, she is the quintessential character in the diary of a mad, black woman. Like Aunt Jemimah, only more spunk. She is snappy with AT-TI-TUDE. And boy, she tell you off in a half-a-heartbeat if she don't like something.

Oh yea! She's stylin' and profilin'. She puts other roadsters in their place. And she most definitely keeps me on my toes!