Spotted on my errands run into West Leb: a prime example of the Douchemobile.
Japanese pod-people mover with no racing aspirations? Check.
Spoilers and lips all around, containing more plastic than a yogurt factory? Check.
Tail fin on the trunk lid big enough to serve as a fast food table for a family of four? [...]
“Ain’t nobody going that fast through my state, son.”
“What about General Sherman?”
Sixty-five bucks for a fill-up. Einstein on a moped.
Can we bomb some other Middle Eastern country and take all their oil this time, please? I mean, what good is it to have the most powerful military in the world when you can’t act like a real imperialist every now and then?
(And no, my liberal [...]
As you can see, the beverage holder in the Grand Caravan is entirely inadequate for its stated purpose. My Merlot glass keeps tipping over on the bumpy dirt roads here in rural NH.
I shall have to write a letter of complaint to the manufacturer.
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