Cute cute cute cute! I love cars that look like Scrubbing Bubbles.
And don’t get me started on the complete and utter ridiculousness of Dodge’s 1990’s Hemi. It took a special kind of stupid to fall for that.
My son bought a Magnum. Before he did, he said, “Mom, it has a HEMI!” I replied, “Do you want me to share the history of the Hemi and why offering a Hemi today is beyond retarded, or do you want me to shut up and let you buy the car you like unmolested?” He went with option B, and we never spoke of it again. But bitch, PLEASE.
PS: That car also had the most astoundingly incorrect navigation system I’ve ever encountered. It was perpetually, eternally wrong. It became a running joke — if it told you to go left, you totally needed to go right.
Cute cute cute cute! I love cars that look like Scrubbing Bubbles.
And don’t get me started on the complete and utter ridiculousness of Dodge’s 1990’s Hemi. It took a special kind of stupid to fall for that.
My son bought a Magnum. Before he did, he said, “Mom, it has a HEMI!” I replied, “Do you want me to share the history of the Hemi and why offering a Hemi today is beyond retarded, or do you want me to shut up and let you buy the car you like unmolested?” He went with option B, and we never spoke of it again. But bitch, PLEASE.
PS: That car also had the most astoundingly incorrect navigation system I’ve ever encountered. It was perpetually, eternally wrong. It became a running joke — if it told you to go left, you totally needed to go right.