ceci est mon ancien cavalier avec lequel je me suis trop fait du fun... malheureusement je lui ai donn son coup de mort :(
Genre: Auto Videos
by: cavalier_powa
The Z and Cavi go at it on a short road
by: GoGetta350z
2000 chevy cavalier doing a 360 spin on a snowy parking lot.
by: xxskaterboyx2
Ram Rods Cavi!!!!
Genre: Entertainment
by: Oxqzme
big funny idiotic easy cavalier
Genre: Funny Videos
by: aksu6161
Virginia Tech describes what it takes to be a Virginia Cavalier
by: SeanVT10
the worlds craziest car ride. nuts!
by: davidsfarm
''The Barghest's Monody'' by David Hart Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while. Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile Grim antiphonals serenade. A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe will serenade. Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to Life's cantankerous and rankling ado Hither now come, anon recondite Azrael, neither protend nor annex this throttled contretemps. The antiphonal of the reaper's cavalier scythe Shall now serenade. Awhirl, like kerfs demarcated Years, bollixed, muzzy and brattled shall holus-bolus expire. No retaliation to death's gloomy surcease No ingenious riposte to the reaper's final cleave. Bootless now to don the amulets, squeeze the jujus, Kiss the talismans, clutch the periapts or Attire in steely cataphract. The serenading of the reaper's scythe, it's efficacy shall blithely cleave. Bedim mine eyes from life's assailing Bedim mine eyes from life's poltroonery Vocabulary: barghest-a goblin fabled to portend misfortune; mono
by: hartistry
" Strolling " by David Hart Walking wistfully willy-nilly. Now to the left. The aching aged railing wrapped In white wrinkled crackalure attire. A friend I mutely greet. Sunset. Serene sunset. Soft sunset. Gliding over plaintive pliant pavement. Pavement that yields specters of Fractured farcical fanciful faces. Disjointed figures of every kind. Smiling now I silently greet them all. Taking modest calculated steps. There. Gentile, civil undulating blades. Greening hues from pale lights to daring darks. Proud blades--miniature spires-- Blushing blades. Ossillating in the casual cavalier caresses of a wooing warm wild wonderful wiley wind. Short cropped green-yellow blades. Yearning. Yearning, to gratefully grow to great gargantuan Glorious heights. Now. The tooing and froing. Now. The the crissing and crossing. Gruff. Grubby. Growling cars. Unforgiving savagery. Sordid steamy Strict streets. A gorey guillotining great beast. Alas alack and hallelujah. Safely across. I greet my miniature friend.
