Garfield on the inside of the car window revealed you as a
deep thinker. Baby on board told us we owed you some respect for
having bred. Stick figure representations of your family made us give a crap
about the delicious unity of your domestic bliss. The hibiscus flower transfers
match your southern cross tattoo beautifully and the rosary-with-cross sticker
on the back window warn me that not only are you not very smart, but that you
think traffic accidents are an act of god.
What I cannot get my head around though, is the thinking
behind treating your car like a mobile tombstone. Why has it become fashionable
to put “In loving memory of Guido, 1990 – 2011” on the back window of your
20-year-old Torago, cuz? Is “RIP Paikea” printed in crooked type across the
tinting of your rusting Commodore a suitable eulogy to your dead bro,
considering he killed himself street racing?
The mind bending bathos of this is going to come home when
you have to sell, or better yet, take to the wreckers, your heap of crap car.
Stay classy, yo!
