... that name their cars. Your 1994 Lumina? It's a 1994 Lumina, not Sheila. Your piece of shit 1995 Taurus with the rust spot over the wheel well... Just a piece of shit Taurus. Naming your car gives it all the character of adding stick on fender vents. You're being different for the sake of being different but at the end of the day you're still gay.
My 2004 Grand Prix. It's a Grand Prix. My Infiniti? Just an Infiniti. My fiancee's SHO? Well, I did name that: Rusty... Rusty Shitbox!
This has been a public service announcement.
My 2004 Grand Prix. It's a Grand Prix. My Infiniti? Just an Infiniti. My fiancee's SHO? Well, I did name that: Rusty... Rusty Shitbox!
This has been a public service announcement.