i had this mass debate (leave it!) with the missus. before i was driving she had a corsa she called kitty, a little camp but i let it slide. when i got driving and got the trusty renault i insisted it be a bloke a) because it was a bit bigger, and
b) im the daddy and cans of whoop-ass would be opened if i didnt get my way i.e id cry and stamp my feet untill she gave in
on that day 'pedro' was born!
"can you describe the assailant?"
"er, 6ft3, moustache"
"my, thats a big moustache!"