Dragan hasn't sold his pink BMW yet. But he did get paid tonight to drive some kids to their school "formal". I used my F.B.I. issue computer to get onto Google maps and give him directions to their house while he was on the car phone. Luckily he finished driving those teenagers really early and was able to bring the car over.
Pye got impatient while we were waiting and was leaning out the living room hollering out, "Dude! Where's my car?" I was so embarrassed. A neighbour was walking his woofie up our street and they stared at us!
Then... we went on a ROAD TRIP! Dragan said we could only borrow the car if we brought him back something to eat. So we got him...
Oh and the two teenagers were dressed like fairies for their "formal" and their dresses dropped glitter all over the inside of the car. Dragan didn't bother to vacuum it before he lent it to us and now we have glitter stuck to our fur.