We got the new car registered.
The letters are RCK.
I told Bob that it’s a shame his name isn’t Rick.
My car could have been named after him.
Bob laughed and told me to count my blessings.
At least it doesn’t start with a D.
Or a C.
Or an F.
Gee, thanks, Bob, thanks for nothing.
Why did you rain on my new-car parade?
Rick would never say a thing like that!