I am not going to pretend that I understand any of the alterations that Guidos, Ricers, Russian teenagers and people with 1982 honda civic hatchbacks make to their vehicles. I don’t understand how removing the words “Plymouth” and “Neon” from the back of your car is going to trick me into thinking that it’s not a giant aluminum shitbox that cost you $14.00, 6 food stamps and a coupon for free boneless buffalo wings at Chili’s. I mean maybe first you should try covering up the smurf blue paint job and taking your stank Viva Puerto Rico flag out of the back window.
Anyway since it’s Friday and my brain completely shuts down by 10:08 a.m., I thought I’d post my favorite photographs of this USSR douchecake and his ridiculous car. It’s parked on my block every morning and it’s got some pretty Class-A-hole conflicting messages:
The posterior view of this car screams: “typical loser making up for shrinky dink package by waxing and polishing his car 32x a day!” Note the “INFINITI” logo/model plates have been removed. This ball-sack owner probably took them to Yacob the Yiddish jeweler at Coney Island and had them made into silver-plated necklace bling.
But HOLD THE F ON and wait a cotton-ginning second Eli Whitney – WHAT is that luxurious material our friend has chosen to use for his window? Is it platinum? Diamonds and chrome? A Shamwow? Nope! That’s saran wrap, folks. This son of a trashwhore decided to build his window out of .00009 cm thick saran wrap and scotch tape. But don’t worry – he tinted it.
Actually, can someone PLEASE explain to me why people take the logos off their cars? I really don’t get it.
